Someone recently described parts of one of my artworks as being scattered in a disordered manner…. It made me quizical …
I thought…’oh, I term that random…and isn’t that the nature of things?’ After all, we do put our own order on things and try to make them fit our sense of propriety. And then I enjoyed the remark ..
I smirked inside knowing there is something about the serendipitous and unexepected that delights my sense of adventure. It suggests the advent of something new; something no eye has seen or mind has known.
Random thoughts seem a little feral at times…running their own course… but then maybe they just have the “insider running” – so to speak. As things unfold, just sometimes we surprise ourselves to find the very thing that came from our mouth was indeed a bit of “insider knowledge“.
We all have it…the subtext of the Spirit…talking through us…and the glee when we hear our own words showing forth a gleam of brilliance or unexpected wit.
We may spend lifetimes trying to fathom the secrets of the universe and the laws…yet nothing eclipses the awe and wonder of the unfolding mystery of creation in all its forms.
Randomness may be termed disorder, but I prefer to see it as a frivolity of nature and Spirit. The Holy Spirit hovers over chaos and in time, brings forth a sense of meaning and connectedness that we alone are unable to perceive.
Maybe it is feral what we don’t understand…the untamed thoughts and works…It is not unusual in art to find the artist is engaged in a process of self discovery and revelation. It is easy to cling to a lifeline of a description or interpretation thrown our way to bring order when we flounder fathomless in our own depths.
Befriending our feral, allows it all to be as it is – an agency for the insider knowledge ripening to bear fruit.
Patience is the gift of which we stand much in need. It is only in patience with ourselves that we can enter deep reaches of compassionate understanding and tolerance.
The fruit of compassion – bearing with suffering – grows from the same Greek root of pathos – to suffer . Our patient, long suffering and silent vigil prepares and tames our hearts for the outer growth in works of genuine compassion.