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What IS Art?

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A friend of mine called me the other day, from one of those mass-produced “art” sections in a major chain retail store.  She wanted my opinion on some prints she was considering for her walls at home.  She wanted to text me a picture from her phone.  “You know your art, Stephanie, should I buy this one?”

“No!”  I replied without hesitation.  “Please don’t buy that–unless, of course, you happen to absolutely love it.  But, if that was the case, you probably wouldn’t be calling me.”

Art seems to be a confusing topic in the United States.  Yes, it’s all around us, but our culture doesn’t really encourage us to recognize it as such.

Throughout Europe, on the other hand, people are raised right into the soul of art–breathing in the layers of art and its history, from the walls to the streets surrounding them.  Not to mention all the master artworks that live around every corner.

But here in the United States, our story is a younger one.  Our nation simply hasn’t been around long enough to build up the centuries of art history as European countries have. And it seems as if the Puritans forgot to bring it with them when they fled Europe, seeking their religious freedoms…almost as if they forgot it mattered.

Today, art programs are the first to go during school budget cuts.  We Americans have to pursue art, on our own accord to know it intimately–or at all.

After pursuing my own relationship with art for 13 years, I’ve been able to form some opinions on the subject.  To me, art must have soul–it has to stir an emotional response within me. Art is the result of an artist’s personal passionate pursuit–and in that place where passion meets skill is where I find true art… and it moves me.

You don’t need to know anything about art to know what you like.  “But, what is art?”  Your answer can be found in the questioning.  The more you expose yourself to the arts, the stronger your desire to learn grows. As you embark on that magical journey of discovery, your ideas and opinions grow clearer, and your own definition of art will begin to appear.

So, what ever happened with my dear friend and her bare walls, you ask? After the phone intervention, I invited her over to begin her own relationship with art.  Since her budget didn’t really allow for original pieces, we went through some of my prints and found a few that really spoke to her.  We also had some fun getting her hands dirty and playing around with paint to create some of her own masterpieces.  Her walls are now adorned in a deeply personal way with art that really means something to her.

I invite you to begin your own dialogue with art.  Here are a few ideas to get you started:

  • Take a trip to the library or Google around and familiarize yourself with the artists, works and styles that move you.
  • Keep your eye open while on vacation or browsing a local street festival for pieces of art that call out to you.
  • Take a camera with you on a nature hike.  Snap some pictures.  Collect “specimens.”  Create a collage of your adventure, or frame the photos that really jump out at you.
  • Buy a canvas and some acrylic paints (craft paints come in all sorts of shades and can be quite inexpensive).  Collect some random household items and trace them–overlapping and repeating the shapes until the array becomes interesting to you.  Then paint them. (Example)
  • Buy some watercolor paper and paint.  Drip the paint onto the paper, until the abstract play of shapes and colors pleases your eye.  (Example)
  • Buy some glue (ModPodge works great) and decoupage an old piece of furniture, or a picture frame–with images and text cut out from old children’s books, postcards, birthday cards, or ticket stubs.  The more sentimental the collage items are to you, the more meaningful the piece will be.

Ethiopia: A Journey Within

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“Testing, awe-inspiring & heartbreaking – a journey you’ll never forget. You don’t explore Ethiopia for a relaxing getaway, you venture here to be moved.  And moved you shall be.” 

–Lonely Planet Guide to Ethiopia


And moved I was–completely changed, in fact.  Ethiopia is a place where everything that is intrinsically real and raw meets the road–where every conclusion you might have about life is truly challenged.

The chaos there is so intense, it leaves little room for the thoughts in your own head…but of course they come anyway, finding their way in through your pores and into your dreams.

All assumptions vanish quickly, while any previous sense of entitlement becomes a distant memory.  Materialistic impulses fly out the door, followed closely by everything else that seemed so important before.  Suddenly you feel naked, stripped of all you thought you knew.  Standing alone and perfectly still, your mind goes on spinning with the sights, sounds, and smells of each day.

Then, something else creeps in…gratitude?  Not for all of the “stuff” you have back home (although we in the western world have much of that to be grateful for–our opportunities for education, for example–but that’s another topic for another day).  No, it’s more of a humbling gratitude to just be here, in this land that seems even God him/herself has forgotten.

I found myself thankful to meet the people here who have so little in terms of power, prestige and possessions, yet what they have instead seems so much more valuable.  These are people who know how to be…how to value what’s real–in each other, without otherwise filling their days with mindless, ceaseless activity.

The children of Ethiopia are magical, good, pure…untainted.  They value education, as it is the means to their very survival.  Hanging on to my every word, I saw hope in their eyes–for a future that’s brighter.  I continue to be in awe over the fact that these kids do not yet seem to wear the worry of their parents on their faces–as if no one has had the heart to tell them that their lot in life will be a difficult one (and who could?).  Instead, they carry a joy with them that resonates in the very fibers of my being.  Words like, “mine” don’t seem to be known to them.  Simply put, they are a beautiful inspiration to me.  When I look in through those transfixing eyes, into their divine souls, I see a wonderful testament to the human spirit that I shall not soon forget.

I invite you to come be changed with me.  If not by plane, then come, read along as I journey into the soul of Africa–into Ethiopia…so maybe this land won’t be forgotten after all.