:: The Art of Creation ::

Exploration in Revelatory Arts

Painting a canvas till it disappears
And reveals the painter;
Tuning sounds and rhythms with silence,
So music can breathe, incarnated;
Morphing its visible and tactile energy,
The sculptor bends matter to will a new form
Defying its primal essence;
Exposed to the elements,
The writer's soul pays dearly
With every pen stroke,
The gift of naming beyond words;
Pulsating from grace and gravity,
Rest and movement reveal
The still point of dance…

O u t o f s i l e n c e e m e r g e s t h e u n s p o k e n...

From the dark waters of the soul,
The self, at times deceivingly evanescent,
Projects unto the screen of awareness an image of itself
Wrestled from the creative forge of light and sound,
Merging time, space, ether and matter,
Into the living substance of an experience.

From the clear waters of the abiding spirit,
Intently peering into the soul of God,
A divine reflection settles,
And from a revelation of essence
The human soul is defined
As it soaks the Embrace:
Destined for glory,
Our earthly journey appears in a new light,
We behold perfection
And glimpse into the womb of eternity.


Andre Lefebvre - Stratford, 2004

Luther, the movie, and some thoughts

Can one watch this movie (Luther, a new release in video stores) and not feel the incredible and relevant actuality of it... see how the people massively welcome him in Worms, albeit already making him a Catholic saint... but what strikes me is the passion his writings have stirred in the population for accessible truth and exposing what they already had been thinking, although maybe with a double-sided emotions: misplaced faith and defense of the indulgence system where their submission to it gave them a promise that all would be well, because how could a Christian leader lie to them?? Then there's this underlying disgust for what they feel underneath the whole pomp of the hyper-rich and political Church, feeding on the crumbs they demand from the faithful as they abuse their trust in God...

There was a good piece on Oprah about child molestation: she says it's not about abuse, but about seduction. It starts as a game with tickling, then up the ankles it goes. I also know, for I have been that child, that the child is confused but does not know why, then in the end, the crime has been committed, and as long as there is silence, the crime is perpetuated. And as the confusion persists and endures, the personality splits and damage continues, opening the way for decades of more abuse of all sorts.

One can go so far to silence the voices that push on the envelop of the establishment, both fundamentalist and contemporary. but one day, the silence is broken and people around start wondering why they kept silent, because silence and conformity can be the tool of the enemy to make sure spiritual incest persists.

Some are busy walking out a new way, some still struggle with the wounds as they reach for that new way, and to blame them is to encourage a silence that has been all but silent assent to abuse...