We are God’s artifacts—beautiful, incomplete, and mysterious.
art and theology
Some painters mesmerize me. Albert Pinkham Ryder, Mark Rothko, and Georges Rouault, for example. Their work glows, albeit in different ways. Yet it’s Rouault I continue to follow. Why Rouault?
I grew up around art and a few artists. I looked to people who had a reverence for the world at large. A natural contemplative awareness developed, as in many children before it is covered over. Call it awe, which Abraham Heschel describes as an “intuition for the dignity of all things, a realization that things not only are what they are but also stand, however remotely, for something supreme.” No wonder I became both a photographer and an Episcopal deacon.
For Ben Quash, scripture and tradition are givens. Our task is to discover and reinterpret what we have been given.
Chinnawong is persuaded that he must live into the gospel as a Thai artist. But the pastor who baptized him called his paintings "Buddhist."