aesthetics

A Disciplined Disciple Artist from Diary of an Arts Pastor--the "Christian artist" v. the "Disciple Artist." Good thoughts here about spiritual formation and art, living wholistically, and the daily rhythm and vision that keeps us from burn-out. Some quotes:

"A disciple artist is fundamentally a disciplined artist, and such an artist is integrated and fully alive."

We've had some lovely conversations here about the idea of the objective-ness in art. I've pushed that there's more to art than our preference, that there is some standard of good art and bad art. I've done this for a couple of reasons:

On my blog, I've championed the idea that Christians have the permission, and indeed duty, to critique art so that as we embody Christ in art, we present something beautiful, redemptive, and excellent.

So today, I want to take a moment to look at the spiritual discipline of being creative--a discipline everyone, artist or not, can (and should) participate in. I want to show you the difference in my life between being creative and being an artist.

This is my first video blog. It runs approximately 8 min.

If N.T. Wright and music had a child, it would be Jeremy Begbie.

I'm pretty sure neither Wright nor Jeremy would endorse that statement, but there it is. 

Continuing on our artist's journey, specifically in Barbara Nicolosi's session in the Transforming Culture symposium...

Barbara talked about the terrain of the artist, namely what is beautiful. She relied on Aristotle's definition of beauty, which has three parts: wholeness (meaning nothing's missing), harmony (meaning related to one another in complementary ways), and radiance (meaning something is communicated that is profound, beyond language--I understood this to mean beyond language used in propositions and explanations--and personal).

Barbara Nicolosi had me snorting coffee. She began with this statement:

There are two kinds of people in the world--people who are artists and people who are supposed to support them. Figure out which one you are and do it with vigor.

Tell me, how can you not love this woman? When the mean old time keeper looked at his watch and raised his eyebrows, we shushed him and told Barbara to keep talking. We would've listened to her all night.

(Barbara, can you hear me?)

(Great, now I have that song stuck in my head.)

Artists often live a solitary life. We struggle with loneliness. We struggle with being misunderstood. We struggle with rejection. So on this journey, who do we turn to? Who are our allies?

This is a prayer from the Transforming Culture symposium. On Monday,  I'll continue my interactions with it, namely with our allies in the artistic journey. In the meantime, let this prayer bathe you in the clear, baptismal waters, and get down with your creative self. (Did I really just say that?)