I love a good painting, especially a realistic portrayal. Actually, once upon a time, I painted landscapes, getting so lost in the effort of creating art that I’d easily forget the passage of time and that I needed to eat. Sadly, I haven’t picked up my brush and oils in several decades… though I used pen and ink to illustrate a few stories I’d written for my grandchildren several years back.
In all honesty, I’m not a big fan of abstract art, though I can appreciate various works of modern art among the different genres. Yet, each one of us views a painting, sculpture, or even a photo differently… because we “see” through our own heart, our own emotions, our own life experiences. That which may stir my thoughts and emotions with a depth of appreciation may do nothing for you at all.
But that’s what art is meant to do – to stir our thoughts and emotions, perhaps leading us to recall another time and another place. A great work of art can transport us in thoughtful reverie as we ponder the meaning of the vision before us… taking us back in time to what once was… or stirring our imagination to envision something only a dream may hold.
The artist’s work might convey a concept, an idea, a novelty… that which sparks our interest to understand better what the artist is trying to say or trying to elicit through our individuality. Art should challenge us to think in a way we might not do otherwise. Art can tear at our heartstrings and bring us to tears. It can incite anger at an injustice. It can elicit great joy within our soul. It can combine a dichotomy of powerful conflicting emotions. It can portray evil overcome by good. It can soothe the weary and distressed. And, it can even reflect a tremendous calming peace, a peace within the storms of life.
A good painting can be likened to the beauty we see in the people and world around us. Each of us portrays an individual beauty, a uniqueness created by the Master Artist. We’re one of a kind, not a duplicate. Even the world of nature exudes a seemingly immovable, yet ever-changing panorama which the Master Artist blessed us with. For after He created each aspect of the world, our great God “saw that it was good.” (Genesis 1)
And in our appreciation of nature, even the simplest perspectives excite emotions within us… as we observe brilliant sunshine lending both a glow and a shadow to life… the menacing darkness of gathering storm clouds… a brilliant colorful rainbow during or after the rain as the first rays of sun return… the fanning out of the sun’s brilliant rays from behind a cloud like fingers of God… the awesome display of stars and moon in sparkling lights upon a black velvet tapestry… the calm and peace of gentle waves versus the roiling waters which batter a shore… the awe of majestic mountain grandeur to the simplest flat or rolling land with grass gently waving in the slightest of breezes… and the colorful changing of the seasons of time… as these vistas and more elicit thoughts and emotions within our hearts and minds.
Though the world and people around us are seen individually, through our unique emotions, we each see all as through the artist’s eye…
The Artist’s Eye
Linda A. Roorda
In the artist’s eye is beauty beheld
Within each scene perfection arrayed
A haunting image that speaks to the heart
A story told in visual display.
Facing blank canvas, brush poised in mid air
A picture forms in the artist’s eye
As ever gently stroke upon stroke
The scene unfolds, its beauty to share.
From lighting bright to shadows dark
Lingering mirage or perspective clear
Sentiments stir as we gaze upon
The artist’s work from within the heart.
They say a picture is worth more than words
And there are times words uttered alone
Cannot convey the depth of feeling
Where spoken voice the ambience missed.
For within our soul perception awaits
The depths of which we don’t often plumb
That we might enjoy designs unique
By an Artist greater than humanity’s touch.
So we gaze upon the scene presented
As emotions stir like brush on canvas
For out of feelings tempered by life
Colors are worked with passion displayed.
Thus what the artist has framed for our gaze
Reaching into the depth of our soul
As image pondered gives rise to emotions
Its secrets exposed through the eye of our heart.
Linda Roorda writes from her home in Spencer.