We come to understand Him through the things that he made.

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God is the ultimate artist, and, as we come to know Van Gogh, Rembrant, etc. through studying their works, so we can come to know God through His creations. Every flower, bud, tree, every creature great and small, the sun, moon and stars teaches. Even the vast nothingness of infinite space speaks of the emptiness without Him.

The artist is know by his creations. It could have been dull, boring, monochrome. Instead He made it diverse, brilliantly coloured, with millions of varieties, each interlocked, depending on each other. An artist of precision He balanced each element, each atom, with exact care to sustain life. He set us here, within His vast environmental sculpture to explore, to live, to learn for ourselves to create the good.

God is never boring. Life is one amazing voyage of discovery if we open our eyes to see it.

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The Palau de la Musica Barcelona.

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Like a spot of Heaven! Built by Goudi’s teacher on behalf of the local choir. Still hosts musical events from around the world. Breathtaking! Note the nature theme of roses. It was far lighter than my limited photography skills can portray (there were no dark areas, it glows with light!)

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Sagrada Familia slideshow.

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The most well known of Gaudi’s works and something I’ve wanted to see since my college days the Sagrada Familia exceeded my expectations. Probably the largest piece of environmental sculpture in the world (for that is surely what it is) it blends to perfection the best of sculpture, stained glass and architecture. No wonder he is widely known as “God’s architect” his love for God is expressed in purest form, a meeting of the arts, nature and faith.

The exterior is reminiscent of a mountain inset with caves and grottoes harboring scenes from the life of Christ, rough texture, like a landslide, contrasts  smooth classical line and the dove bedecked Christmas tree, coloured fruits and vegetables that top the towers all somehow manage to blend in harmony. (The sketches and molds housed in the basement make it abundantly clear that his constant inspiration was nature.)  Even the massive frontal arch of the Passion entrance are reminiscent of ribs and stretched ligaments. Every detail has meaning and I could well imaging living happily alongside it, daily finding more wonders.

Perhaps one of the most outstanding things was that far above the crucifixion facade, on a beam crossing between two towers, Jesus sits, bronzed, at ease, casually looking down on all.

Inside is forest themed. The great classical pillars at first look normal cathedral fare but a closer inspection reveals they are subtly different in size and hue, made from different stones. The roof imitates the canopy, the pillars branching out decked in formalized leafy foliage. The light pouring from the stained glass glimpsed between the “trees” echoes the forest at sunset. Amidst all this Jesus hangs on the cross, suspended below a golden canopy, not touching the earth but gazing up to where far above the roof opens in a glory of gold and silver light.

Something I didn’t realize is that the cathedral is not yet finished (hence the ever present scaffolding) the final towers are yet to be added. Gaudi began building as a young man and they hope to have it finished for the 100 year anniversary of his death at eighty something. It contains the collaborative work of many artists over several generations working in harmony to produce this incredible piece of art to the glory of God.

If you’ve yet to see it

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I suggest you add it to your bucket list! (Unfortunately my photographic skills were not up to the glowing coloured light streaming in. The whole interior is full of light and colour not nearly as dark as some photos suggest but at least it will give an idea.)

Its all in how you see it.

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Hmmm… not a good start to my day I thought. It’s raining so no cycling we’ll have to leave early and walk (can’t have my poor grandson sitting in wet trousers at school all day) never mind I’ll take the bus back…

Hmmm… they cut the bus again! grrrr!!! Now I’ll have to walk back in the rain too.

Passing by the path we normally cycle through the lakes on a tinge of rebellion invades me. I turn off the faster main road. My pace slows. I notice how swollen the river rushing on its path as I cross the bridge into tranquility. At a slower pace I pause again and again noting the soft play of the remaining winter, yellow oche, stems against the new spring growth, catch the play of shadows shaping new contours

My artist’s eyes awaken from sleep, everywhere I look compositions leap out to me, the urge to paint, to capture the delight I feel surges through me like a flood tide. The world is transformed. I’m happy it rained, happy there was no bus, or I’d have missed these moments.

Chains of life.

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He dipped his pen into the inkpot, drawing, designing. Like an artist, every curve, color and hue, every movement, synchronization, function carefully planned. He set down the pen and a bright insect flew from the page. I sprang back in amazement.

Looking up, he smiled. “Do you like it?”

“Oh yes! That’s incredible! How did you do it?”

“Come, there’s more to see.”

He took me to a vast screen reminiscent of the matrix’s  jumbled number texts. Shining, yellow gold spirals gleamed, separate, yet joined by some invisible threads, surging in vital energy to form glistening chains of moving, glowing light rushing through the darkness as if eager to reach some far off point. Thousands of DNA chromosomes to be passed from generation to generation were intertwining, chains upon chains of life reeling through eternity.

He waved his hand across the screen and a vast support system materialized, air, oceans, sun, moon, plants, trees, even flowers all dependent on each other, woven into an incredibly complex web, a vast mass of intersecting golden chains of life. My heart pounded with elation at this melding of art, design, science and creativity. He seemed happy for my delight.

“You could not begin to understand the complexity, or the joy I experienced when the last chain was forged and leapt into being, intermingled, teeming with life,” He confided.

His eyes looked tired. I turned to go. I had remembered, “On the seventh day God rested.”

So who am I anyway?

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from August 2014 ( so actually I recently celebrated my 64th. birthday)

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With yet another birthday looming its shadow I feel a need for reassessment. I’ve noticed I generally hit the “about” section first when blog browsing, to give me a framework as to who I’m “talking to”, but my own is kind of nebulous, I like that but to supplement it here’s a tad more solid info.
Finding a photo other than my cat I’m tempted to choose one of those perfectly posed ones that make me look good, but is that generally how I look? No. I finally choose this “a la natural” because it’s closer to the real me.
It’s true (as per my about section) I don’t fit well in boxes (doing a personality test I found I fit in a less than 1% group – had some pretty awesome folks in it though!) but here are some basic facts.
I’m (very) soon to be 63, happily retired…

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Return to my Ivory Tower.

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ivory towerFrom June 23rd. 2014

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Well it’s not actually ivory and it’s only two stories, but it is an idyllic place and I do have a “knight in shining armor” living next door, a “jack of all trades” with a heart of gold who routinely rescues folks (not only me). The lakes and trees are nearby for me to wander in and my quaint old English town is dressed in red and white flags (world cup fever strikes even here.)
The love birds have returned from their honeymoon and I’m free of watching over my grandkids. It was precious having the company of my other daughter for a while, here from China for the wedding, and my eight year old grandson is a great guy. We spent wonderful afternoons together enjoying the benefits of the love birds’ home, picnicking under the pavilion in the garden, listening to the birds, the sound of the little river…

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