This Is What Art Is For

2024.05.22

Good morning that wonderful way.

And we're off and on as it were and as it is.

Sometimes the metaphor's origins elude even the author.

One of our stories speaks of a Garden great, given to us by God. 'Here's everything you need. Go and name it.'

We skip the importance of the naming part and go right for the interactions of people.

But the naming part is the duty and reason for our existence. To shape reality by giving structure to our dreams of that world. To tag all things with our dream of each thing to share our experience with each other and God. To create experiences based on our experience of the pieces we see. Not what is there, but what we see is there, and share is there.

That same story says we are made in God's image, and we picture God a man.

But this is also a misnomer. The image we inherit is one of Creator.

All of us are creators of our own realities. What we make from what we sense. How we take what is our perception of life and make a story from it to call our life. What each thing, word, means to us relative to other stories, words, set down before we took breath. What we choose to make out of the light we're each given to create with.

We were, and are, creators and not victim witnesses. What we experience is all we have to work with. And what we have to work with is all the stories set down before we set down. All the words we woke up to make the potential of what we are. If the totality of our experience can't match the language here, we must make a new language, a new way to express our particular light.

This is what art is for, not hobby, but the whole purpose of life. To create new words, new symbols of expression, to expand our experience, so we can best express our experience. To be makers of our own worlds. To mirror God.

Not The Divine's physicality, It's role and work. To be makers and not men, weavers and not women. To dream great dreams and build them, to share with what we love.

Each word has to go somewhere, every dream must have its reader. Every garden we plant must have its Adam, its Eve, or the work goes incomplete.

There is no sense making a story, a life, without someone to read it.

S.J. Wynn
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