From an article I’m working on about what is art to me:
The paint on my spiritual home, or a highway leading towards…
Art is not my ultimate, but I meet my Ultimate often there! We often commune in the tabernacle of creativity. Some people worship art, i don’t. But it is a tabernacle of worship and transformation with the One I love most. He makes art sacred, as He does with everything He touches, even me. Art has become for me, a tabernacle of meeting Thee, a cross road of being. In this sense, it is the paint on my home.
Art is not my destination, it’s the road of encountering it. It’s the place I find my truer image, where my name skids out, or sometimes just walks towards, or hitches a ride into Another better Name.