My attention kept returning to the glass, light refraction, and the designer’s intent. I was unsure if the result was intentional or an unintended outcome that became part of the story after the fact. Whatever the case was, the outcome in this context had caught my attention.
Looking back on my photograph, I see the piece striking an emotional response because of the simplicity of its play with light. As good as it was, I realised I was looking for more complexity and a larger story. I caught myself quietly laughing to myself, thinking of how my reaction evolved from being satisfied with what worked when I was young, only to realise there was so much more when I was older.
My observation echoes across my views on art and my reflections on my thirst for the spiritual. I am taking several whispered lessons into the day ahead.
Growing up is always a choice. When I was young, I thought growing up would come with time. While it is an element, I found that I had an underlying choice within my control. I could stay immature, or I could learn and grow. Even as I wrestle with the choice, again and again, I can hear one author’s words; “So come on, let’s leave the preschool fingerpainting exercises on Christ and get on with the grand work of art. Grow up in Christ. The basic foundational truths are in place: turning your back on ‘salvation by self-help’ and turning in trust toward God;” (Hebrews 6.1)
Growing up does not mean one always knows what to do or gets it right. I see myself as a lifelong student. Each day is an opportunity to be aware. I can use my daily experience as a foundation for learning and change. Falling, picking oneself up, and taking another step began when I was young, and it continues.
One’s appreciation of art grows with time. I love finger painting, especially when the artist is a child. I also enjoy the possibilities of art growing up. It’s time to paint.
