a memory of long ago….
Our church had just expanded with the addition of a new sanctuary, one that was airy and light and full of new spaces to decorate. A friend and I became a team to design and paint large panels of gauzy fabric that would hang during the Lenten season. She and I worked on the panels in her art room at the middle school. It was a delightful time. We sketched a design, figured out how to outline it on the sheer fabric and experimented to find the right shades of paint. We talked about our children, similar in age, and our careers as teachers. We talked about our beliefs and our passions. It was a spiritual experience both of us will never forget.
The panels hung that year and we heard whispers of disappointment from others in the congregation. The following year, additions had been made to the panels totally changing their appearance. We were both hurt and withdrew from being active artists in the church setting.
Until now. It has been a long time but we are stepping forward again.
There is art that is a spiritual experience for those viewing it. And there is art that becomes a spiritual experience for those creating it. Does it have to be both just because it hangs in a church?
Saying more would be saying less.