Thursday, October 27, 2005

A Musing upon Art and Beauty

Oh, hello...*yawn*...I've forgotten how good having nothing to do feels...I mean, besides the normal chores, school, homework for science and piano and discipleship. But really, evenings spent in leisure are incomparable.

I'm sure there's some great Oscar Wilde quote about's bugging me that I can't think of one. While showing a genius for witty dialougue, his worldview was unfourtunate. He was a follower of a philosiphy called Aesthetisism, that everything in life should be dedicated to creating Beauty. At least I think that's what it was, not exactly sure. I really shouldn't be talking about things I only know a little about, I'm sure it causes nothing but trouble.

But anyway, worship of Beauty and all that. Purely Art-wise, I lean towards that view of things. When some soulful artist is espousing their lofty goals about how they want their paint-splattered canvas/experimental sculpture/untitled series of cleverly arranged lightbulbs/name-your-strange-art-form-here to get across their society-shattering, earth-moving, message to the masses, I'm sitting in the opposite seat wailing "But it's not pretty!".

Whereas hand me a simple but elegant clay sculpture, a photo of a rose in a good light, or a few lines of charming, understandable poetry and I get all warm and fuzzy inside. It wasn't made with a purpose in mind, other than to simply capture and portray a snippet of the beauty the artist found around themself.

As an artist, I can't "create" anything that God hasn't first. He tinted the first rose, sculpted the first mountain, spoke the world into existence and wrote, directs, and stars in the greatest play in history. Our lives.

But that's where Oscar Wilde missed the mark. He stopped at worshiping Beauty for itself, not looking to the original and only Artist. His way of thinking led the the belief that if everything that looked good, was good and honorable, then everything that feels good cannot possibly be bad, so why not indulge yourself?

He enjoyed much popularity in public life, owing to his brilliant plays, poetry and being one of the most charming dinner guests in London, but due to a accusation of homosexuality (which apparently was true) and ensuing lawsuits (which he lost), spend most of his later years in prison, a sad and lonely man broken of his arrongance. After his release he went to France, where he died suddenly of acute meningitis only 3 years later.

I found after quick search at, a verse, very apt, but one I'd never thought of in this light before,

"Therefore God gave them up in the lusts of their hearts to impurity, to the dishonoring of their bodies among themselves, because they exchanged the truth about God for a lie and worshiped and served the creature rather than the Creator, who is blessed for ever! Amen. " -Romans 1:24-25

Amen indeed.

Wednesday, October 26, 2005

Aaah...I love that new blog pure and untainted, a blank map waiting to be inscribed upon, thoughts and musings rambling their way across the surface to form a picture of the person writing...

But what am I doing? Not 5 minutes old and I'm already burdening this poor thing with flowery prose. But it's late and I don't know what to write about. I just couldn't wait to make...The First Post. And I don't even have a bottle of champagne to christen this shiny new blog with. Oh well, couldn't have done it anyway, the champagne would have stained something terrible and I would have gotten off on a bad foot with the little blog. I mean, how many sucessful friendships do you know started out byone person breaking a hard bottle of alcohol over the head of the other?

But there's more than enough time to start off on the wrong foot tomorrow, right now it's time for bed!