Easter afternoon, we as a family spent some time at the gallery surrounded by our art.
As we talked, Simeon took advantage of the "participatory" part of the art show and created two adorable ceramic faces with Cliff....
We spent some time rehashing the last few weeks:
- Georgia being born so unexpectedly.
- Our Simeon reciting the Easter story for the whole church.
- How we now hang onto every report from the NICU.
- The stress of getting the show done on time.
- The excitement of Opening Night
- All of our brushes with the flu.
- Upcoming travel plans.
Then every once in a while, I glanced at the show itself absorbing the story. What is our message?
We have named it Suspended: it is about pursuit. I am amazed how we are still living the suspense.
But is that the message?
I see the crowd of people trying to touch the hem of his Garment. I see the dark ovaries, suspended in the corner, I see the flatline pillows. All of these are the new pieces of this year's show. I see the other older pieces and I can tell visibly that our message has changed and is changing with time.
We have moved from murder/tragedy to infertility/healing.
In the evening we discuss it. What is our message? Is it about healing? And if it is about healing, are we saying that God answers prayers if we persist? Does God listen to pilgrimages of the soul so graphic in the art installation - Hem of his Garment? Does God promise the desires of our heart? Can we bend God's ear?
Then I remember the art pieces in the other corner, the hands bound, the man tied to the fence post and that dark throne of swords. Behind it I see my paintings of white - and I recall the true meaning of those. I know that some of them are a desperate struggles to hold onto my sanity - painting everything white was my way of declaring hope.
We dare to ask the question. Why did God answer Odia's prayer for a child? Why did God not answer my prayer to keep Candace safe? Should I have done more - sewed my own crowd of garments as a way to God's heart? What is my writing? Is it a path of words to God's heart? What is my petition? Will it be answered? What is Cliff's petition - with all of those swords and feathers? Do we really know?
Do these questions threaten our faith? We wonder - we ponder - we search our hearts.
We go round and round in our discussion - hearing each other, disagreeing, agreeing.
Then smile realizing that we are quite content with having questions that we can't fully answer for anyone else, much less ourselves. It has inspired an invigorating discussion and we hope those who come to see it are engaged in the same kind of discussions.
Perhaps these questions will inspire us into a new kind of creative journey. Perhaps....
Believe there is a great power silently working all things for good, behave yourself, and never mind the rest. Beatrix Potter