Two Hillbillies in an Art Museum:
“What is it?”
“It’s an abstract.”
“An abstract. You know – that’s where somebody who thinks he’s an artist takes a canvas and slops a bunch of paint onto it in weird patterns. Then somebody else who thinks he’s an art expert comes along and says it represents that artist’s feelin’s when he was rejected by his lover or it represents man’s inhumanity to man, or somethin’ like that.
“Where’d you learn that?”
“We got Internet up on our mountain now. I been readin’ about all kinds a stuff. I come to this one place on there with all these god-awful weird pictures, so I stopped to find out what they was all about.”
“And it told all about these here abstracts?”
“Right. And purty dern boring stuff if you ask me.”
“Hmmmm. Ain’t there any abstracts that say somethin’ positive?”
“Oh, yeah, there’s a few that are supposed to represent man’s great intelligence or his overpowerin’ love for the world or that kind of thing. But, according to this here report I read, the real value of an abstract is supposed to be that each separate person who sees it will give it his own — a — interpretation I think they called it — based on his own personality and life experiences.”
“Hmmmmmmm. So what do you think this one represents?”
“I have to go to the outhouse, and I’d better get there quick.”
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Now for the questions.
Question # 1: You’re given $500,000 tax free (any currency). What do you spend it on?
I think I would establish a Bible college.
Question # 2: What’s the finest education?
I believe the only truly excellent education must begin with knowing God. His holy Word says that “the fear of God is the beginning of wisdom,” and that “in Jesus Christ are hidden all the treasures of wisdom and knowledge.”
Question # 3: What kind of art is your favorite? Why?
When I think of art, I think of all manner of expression, including painting, sculpting, music, writing, woodworking, and a number of other endeavors that require gifted minds and hands. So I don’t think I can possibly say I have only one favorite. Naturally, I love writing, and I have been a musician most of my life, so I couldn’t bear to think of living without that. However, I have always wanted to be able to draw and paint as well, and I never really got brave enough to try until this past year. So far I have done several sketches, and I’ve invested in some paints, some canvas, and some brushes, and I am only now beginning to venture into that mysterious realm.
Question # 4: Is there something that you memorized long ago and still remember?
Yes, several things actually. But the very first thing that came to my mind was Psalm 51 in the Holy Bible. I remember being in vacation Bible school one summer when I was about 6th or 7th grade. We could get a special reward if we memorized a whole passage of scripture by a specific time on the last day of the VBS, and one of our choices was Psalm 51. I had chosen Psalm 51, but I hadn’t worked on it as hard as I should have and was running out of time.
So the evening before the final day I prayed fervently. God knew I was serious, and I told him that if He would help me memorize Psalm 51 in time to recite it the next morning and get the reward, I promised Him that I would ALWAYS remember it.
Well, I have to admit that over the years I did let some of it slip from my immediate memory, but later in my early adulthood, the Lord reminded me of that promise, and I went back to that Psalm and refreshed my memory.
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This piece is part of my involvement with NaPoWriMo. The site suggested a prompt for the very early hours of April 1st, aimed at those poets who live in countries where the day began many hours before it did for the hostess of the site. I liked that prompt, so I decided to use it for my poem even though I live in the midwestern U. S., and April 1st came much later for me than it did for most of the world.
This particular prompt was to write an ekphrastic poem — a piece inspired by or about a work of art. It was a real challenge for me, and I enjoyed every minute of working on it.
You can check out the rules and jump into the fun here: NaPoWriMo (The National Poetry Month challenge to write a poem every day for the 30 days of April).
Contemplations on Leonardo Da Vinci’s The Last Supper
Behold the blessed, holy convocation,
Preserved for us to ponder as we gaze.
In transient elements, the artist painted
Eternal substance; impartations that amaze.
We look upon the faces art has captured
As loved disciples try to understand
The Master’s words; He speaks of sacrifices
And of His blood and body freely given for man.
Their eyes – so full of love, yet consternation,
Trying to grasp full meaning of this meal.
All other Passovers remembered history,
But now the sacrifice sits here with them, so real.
In colors both subdued and yet alive,
The artist welcomes me to come join in
Our Lord’s last supper and His revelation:
He’ll now go forth to pay the price for all my sin.
I’m running behind (no pun intended), but I was so swamped with other work last week that I didn’t get a chance to check out the 100-Word Challenge at Julia’s Place. But when I was there yesterday and saw the photo from last week, I just could not resist writing a story for it. So I’m offering it a week late, but none-the-less happily written. Here’s the photo, and my story is below.
Angel # 47,000,000 smiled at Wendell lumbering through the museum. # 47,000,000 had been Wendell’s guardian since birth. And what a ride it had been!
Wendell loved life! Though heavy and awkward, he liked doing everything, unaware his large frame could be dangerous when he wasn’t careful.
Even today, just visiting the museum: # 47,000,000 had already rescued a $60,000 sculpture, a $1,000,000 clock, and a case of rare jewels Wendell had bumped with his rump. The alarm had blared; the museum doors had locked down.
After things settled, Wendell wanted just one more picture, so # 47,000,000 started to relax.
Wendell bent for a close-up.
Ming Vase going down!
Once # 47,000,000 got Wendell home, he was asking God for a raise!
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This week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt is a photo by David Stewart of a statue in his home city in Korea. My response turned out to be a love story — maybe because my focus this week is on Valentine’s Day. Here’s David’s photo, followed by my take on the challenge.
A Royal Love Story
Once upon a time, a starving sculptor fell hopelessly in love with Princess Kameko.
“He will have to create a great statue for the courtyard of my palace, and prove himself worthy of you,” the king said to Kameko. “It must exhibit his love for you in such unusual manner that people from many lands will travel to see it.”
The artist thought – agonized – for days, finally presenting himself to the king with tools in hand.
Three days later, the royal city gathered in the courtyard and gasped with pleasure at the unveiling of the oblique statue: Falling In Love.
Artist and princess lived happily ever after.
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Well, I am waaaaaaay out in left field on this week’s challenge. It was fun getting here, but I don’t have enough words to get back. This piece is definitely “stream of consciousness” writing.
Here’s the photo prompt that Rochelle gave us — courtesy of Claire Fuller, who created the sculpture and took the photo.
AS IT WAS IN THE BEGINNING
“Well, now, let’s have a look at this piece that has you so distressed, Maryann,” said Professor Rousseau, lifting the scarf that covered his student’s newest sculpture. His gasp of pleasure was audible. Then for several minutes, he stood silent. Finally he spoke, never taking his eyes from the work.
“Tell me again what you told me on the phone.”
“I … I sculpted the man’s head yesterday. I could feel it wasn’t finished, but I couldn’t seem to do anything else with it. So I went to bed. This morning, when I went into the studio to take another look at it … the woman’s head was there as well … and his hand on her head protectively … as you can see.”
The Professor smiled. “Aaahh, yes. I can see that the words of the Original Artist still hold true: “It is not good for man to be alone.”
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I’m late with “Thursday’s Windows” again this week — due to the fact that I was sick this past week and had my work schedule flopped around, so that I was a little out of sync. Since I’m evidently having a problem keeping up with the program, I think it’s probably time to bring this particular photo challenge to a close. So next week, beginning Thursday, January 10, will be the final “Thursday’s Windows” photo challenge. Please post this week, and then look for one of your favorites to post next week to close out the fun. And it has been GREAT FUN! Thank you all for taking part.
My photo this week is one more Christmas window. Since my family and I celebrate Christmas until Epiphany, which is January 6, that let’s me share Christmas windows one more time. This window is the top half of my dad’s front door.