We all should want something to be
passionate about. Not just something tacked on to our lives or an interest one
step above a hobby, but a passion connected to a life purpose. Not all passions
are good. Many of us let a passion choose us rather than the other way around.
Then, after it slowly takes over our life, we rationalize in order to protect
our pride and call it anything but the idol that it is (eg., workaholism, an affair,
etc.).
What can be more frightening is
searching for a passion and not having a clear path to the Divine. The
unregenerate artist has nothing but his/her own soul, or the world of men or of
demons to tap into. Of course, it would be silly for me to say that secular
artist throughout the ages have produced their timeless masterpieces out of
deficit. What I mean is that gazing deeply into the inner self can bring a
person to despair or even madness. Therefore, stories of artists committing suicide, although
unfortunate, are not surprising. Yes, survivors abound, but all of them walk
with a limp. For example, who can honestly travel with Goya through his dark
period and return home without scars? Life for anyone can be traumatic, but an
artist nearly begs for it.
Personally, I believe that my
quest for truly spiritual art will become my new passion and for a good reason. Even
though I choose it, I may not be free from its captivating and consuming power.
There are no guarantees. My confidence is that I will be under the direction of
the Holy Spirit…but that doesn’t make it safe! To truly follow Christ, in any
calling, will cost us everything. But the benefits far outweigh the price.
I have to touch up the Elisha triptych just a bit. This composite doesn't match up perfectly. Honestly, having the piece dragged out over a few months and thousands of miles did nothing for the continuity. I'm ready to move on!