Good morning. What I'm thinking about upon waking, ha. Shakespeare always purposely ended his comedies with music, a dance. Perhaps in the end, the song or dance indeed comes together, and the result may seem to make complete sense, but between music notes and between the dancers, and as for the way they connect, there rests a great mystery; this "in between" connection is unexplainable. As a whole, the combination of separate parts may seem to create something that is complete, but in between the notes or dancers (or in between the lines of a poem, or in between a great painting's brush strokes, if you will), there rests something undeniably unexplainable, and so therein lives true art, which is mysterious and divine. To me, great art caters to the mystery...it brings alive "the unknown;" that is, it leaves gaps, so that the viewer or listener can fill them in...it never "tells" you how to feel. Rather, it merely suggests and allows you to have a unique experience, just as the being we call "God" would.
C.A. MacConnell
PS, ha, no, I'm not calling my photo great art, lol. Just posted it b/c I like that tree. LOL.
