Yesterday the lovely lady and I strolled through the Fort Wayne Museum of Art. We have talked about it since we've lived here. Finally decided we better go. It was pretty darn nice.
My favorite piece was by Jack Earl (I think). I took a pic of it with my phone, but the art police must have confiscated the transmission, 'cause it never made it to my computer. I'm still trying to find a pic of it online.
The thing I noticed while looking at art..... You could either look at it like, "Yup, that's art," and kinda just rush through. You could also stand there all day and try to take in every last detail of each and every thing (well, the good one's anyway), and analyze and over-analyze until you drove yourself crazy. But there's this fine line that exists where you look at something long enough to see that it's more than just clay, or more than just a painting, or more than just the obvious center... but you don't look so long as to become obsessed.
I think the real beauty of art is learning to see those things which aren't obvious. That's what I liked about the Earl piece (I can't remember the name of it - it was a long name). It's like, the more you look at it, the more you see. Kind of like it's growing.
So... how much is that like life? I mean, who is a better artist than God? And how tempting is it to want to rush through life just because we think there are "things to do;" or we obsess about every little thing and we fail to see the rest of this great big beautiful Creation.
It was a good day. It was $5 to get in. We were there maybe 2 hours. I think the first Sunday of every month it's free, but... you know, then you'll just feel guilty and have to make a donation, so..... :)
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