Sculptures

I loved three dimension art.  Any medium will do.  I almost forgive a lack of creativity in the least artistic sculptures because of the experience which comes for me when an object occupies multiple dimensions.  My reaction is very consistent.  With size and scale the potential experience increases.  With simplicity the artist’s ability to touch my soul goes up.  With a twist on a simple concept I find myself entering vistas I never imagined existing.  It is wonderful!
 
Not everyone sees life this way.  Far too often I find myself debating the merits and potential experience with those wanting to take the sculpture literally.  It is as if the shape must have concrete meaning.  Icons become gods.  Clich?s become absolute truth.  Put the three elements into the same space and you have something to worship!  It is as if art becomes an alternative reality in which people cannot distinguish expression for experience. 
 
I find myself wanting to challenge the god(s) people worship.  Frequently the god, even when it has a capital G in front of the letters, has no depth or meaning to the people involved.  It is as if he or she isn’t quite sure what they are worshipping.  I wonder if they are simply trying to eliminate the guilt within.  Perhaps it is a longing for something has always been missing (as stays missing throughout the process).  Whatever it is their concept of the divine is no more real than the sculpture I enjoy.
 
What is the heart of God was best understood as a word or concept?  I am not taking anything away from Divinity being present among us, past or present.  I am challenging how we understand who and what God is.  The power found in simple words like love, compassion, mercy, honor, and trust are extremely powerful.  When put into battle against our images of the Divine one finds that “all those sticks and stones dressed up to look like gods will be gone for good.” (Isaiah 2.18)  Maybe its time we examine and rediscover the God we worship and love.