The photograph from Owen and Emily’s wedding:
Last year, I started taking an art class with my daughters. We sit at the same table and tackle the same project. This assignment was to choose a black-and-white photograph and make a watercolor of it.
In Dorothy Sayers’ book, The Mind of the Maker, she addresses the origins of our desire to create.
How then can he [man] be said to resemble God? Is it his immortal soul, his rationality, his self-consciousness, his free-will, or what, that gives him a claim to this rather startling distinction? … It is observable that in the passage leading up to the statement about man, he [the author of Genesis] has given no detailed information about God. Looking at man, he sees in him something essentially divine, but when we turn back to see what he says about the original upon which the “image” of God was modeled, we find only the single assertion, “God created.” The characteristic common to God and man is apparently that: the desire and the ability to make things.
G. K. Chesterton, in his book, The Everlasting Man, says this,
“Art is the signature of man.”
In going through my brother’s apartment after his death, I was struck by all the art supplies accumulated by my pastor/lawyer brother. I had no idea that he enjoyed creating in that way.
What is it about us, as people, that gives us this yearning to make things? Whether it is building a building, painting a picture, cooking a meal, sketching, writing, photographing, sewing, gardening — we have a desire to create beauty. I’m beginning to understand that an artist lives inside of each us.
My art work is far from perfect, but I’m so thankful for the opportunity to dabble, to play with paint and chalk and ink, to attempt to create. I’m just not sure why I waited so long to try it.
Is there a frustrated artist living in you?