Confession

Art has become an exercise in confession. It is making the most personal public. (James 5) If art is worth anything (for me) it is fueled by the emotional reality and depth of a moment, and an attentive presence to that depth, and a yearning to express it. Words are good. Conversation is good. Visual art (in the act of creation) is better yet, another means of communication. I am giving birth to a tangible reference of a real moment in time. Not intellectual discourse, but a direct presence of the heart and a direct expression of the heart. This is artistry. Sharing it is communal confession.