THE SURPRISE OF ART

September 11, 2015

Is there any greater joy than the experience of deep knowing? When you step through the bottom of familiar into wonder and bliss. Megan Mecado

 

A painting took me by surprise just now. I’d moved it to photograph it and then someone arrived so I rushed out to open the gate, leaving the painting propped up. When I came back in I’d forgotten about it and so as, a bit later, I walked past it,  it caught my eye. In a flash of recognition mixed with unfamiliarity and surprise I saw how it lit up the room . . .  and my senses.

 

That’s the very special thing about a painting you like. It may become like an old friend – there for you, comforting, a place of well-remembered pleasure to rest your eyes on. Or you may suddenly see it anew – perhaps you’ve moved it to a new place, or the light catches and suddenly highlights it, or a change of mood allows you to appreciate it in a new way.

 

I’m pondering and writing a series about the meaning of art. You can follow them on Twitter (which I don’t really understand but I’m trying to learn!) at @jenny_hare  - or should that be #jenny_hare  - either will get you there!  (At the moment it’s just a jotting down of what I think will be hundreds o thoughts on this – but as it captivates me more and more it may yet become a book?)

 

And so today’s will be

Is there any greater joy than the experience of deep knowing? When you step through the bottom of familiar into wonder and bliss. Megan Mecado

 

A painting took me by surprise just now. I’d moved it to photograph it and then someone arrived so I rushed out to open the gate, leaving the painting propped up. When I came back in I’d forgotten about it and so as, a bit later, I walked past it,  it caught my eye. In a flash of recognition mixed with unfamiliarity and surprise I saw how it lit up the room . . .  and my senses.

 

That’s the very special thing about a painting you like. It may become like an old friend – there for you, comforting, a place of well-remembered pleasure to rest your eyes on. Or you may suddenly see it anew – perhaps you’ve moved it to a new place, or the light catches and suddenly highlights it, or a change of mood allows you to appreciate it in a new way.

 

I’m pondering and writing a series about the meaning of art. You can follow them on Twitter (which I don’t really understand but I’m trying to learn!) at @jenny_hare  - or should that be #jenny_hare  - either will get you there!  (At the moment it’s just a jotting down of what I think will be hundreds o thoughts on this – but as it captivates me more and more it may yet become a book?)

 

And so today’s will be

What is Art?

18. Art is sometimes a surprise

 

Do let me know if you have any answers to the question.

I think this could run and run . . . it just fascinates me and I hope you too.

 

May the paintings you love delight – and surprise – you, today and often!

 

With love and light, Jenny

 

Do let me know if you have any answers to the question.

I think this could run and run . . . it just fascinates me and I hope you too.

 

May the paintings you love delight – and surprise – you, today and often!

 

With love and light, Jenny

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