Creator

I love art, and I find that I am always lingering at every picture because I know that they all hold a glimpse of the artist themselves. Take Francis Bacon for example; freaky stuff, but you can recognize that it’s his art because of his style of painting. No matter who or what he paints, it’s not a painting of just the person, but yet himself as well.

Francis Bacon:Portrait of Pope Innocent


You know how in English, you analyze short stories of novels and the teacher tells you that there is hidden meaning but you think that they are ridiculous because no matter how hard you try, you can’t see any symbolism or secondary meaning and then write really long sentences like this one on a test and hope that you will hit that point the teacher wants you to…eventually? (Breathe).

Like in the novel “Speak”, if you do not understand the symbolism of the trees and the character growth that relates to the changing seasons, you will never get the WHOLE story.


Well, art is the same way, but usually the “words behind the picture” are only known to the artist. We can stare at a portrait someone has drawn and we won’t know the person in the photo, but we know what they look like. Yet, if you ever had the chance to talk with the artist, the creator, and ask him/her to explain it, then the picture unfolds and every brush-stroke and angle makes sense.

God is that artist. God is that creator. We can try to understand everything that he has made, but if we do not know him, then we will never open up the mysteries of his masterpieces? Are we not his art? Do we not have that deeper meaning within ourselves? Those who do not believe in him, is that hidden meaning not still with them? When they reach out a hand to those in need, is that not his creation, is that not the masterpiece he calls love?

When I look at you, I can see it.

Now, search for it.

Gabbs