I shared this with a few friends yesterday and found it cool enough to post. In our discussion of SONGS THAT SPEAK DEEP, we’ve really been talking about art that moves the soul. I would contend that we are created to be creative ourselves on some level… This sand animation from “Ukraine’s Got Talent” (yes, I know, random!) reminded me of how great artists can speak so powerfully. It also reminded me that this is a whole lot better than Hasselhoffs show! Enjoy… The artist is Kseniya Simonova and in this video she depicts Russia’s ‘Great Patriotic War’ against the Nazis in the 1940’s. -C
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Ukraine Sand Animation
Published 10/20/2009 Entertain Me! , songs that speak deep Leave a CommentTags: americas got talent, art, artist, david hasselhoff, sand animation, ukraine
Matt Muse, another artistic talent, shares with us a few of his favorites: “Dreams,” ”The Great War,” and “Mustang.”
Dreams: This was an oil painting I did for an art class in spring of 2008. I was doing a series on imagination and since childhood is a time where our imaginations are exercised so prolifically I wanted to incorporate a child in at least one of the paintings. I try to leave some of the interpretation for most work of mine up to the viewer, but the basis of this painting is a little girl dreaming of what she may become sometime in the future.
Inspired…
Published 10/24/2008 Soul Graffiti Leave a CommentTags: art, creative space, Soul Graffiti
Each of us has our own way of expressing the way we perceive God and the world around us. Scandrette, in this week’s Soul Graffiti chapter, says that “we were made to create goodness and beauty in the world, blurring the line between fine art and artful living.” Here are a few artful expressions of faith straight from the West Bowles CG.
- Lauren McCleary
Sunday Morning – by Alissa Smith
College Group Graffiti College Group Graffiti
The smell of must and dust and
hallowed redemption
meanders around faded blue
pews that creak,
Shhhhh,
as I slide in at the back.
The Holy Bible and the Worship Hymnal stand
at attention, side by side, in stolid salute
to the thumbs that,
with a wet lick,
peruse their pages.
Lowered lashes grace
pale cheeks, as dust and prayers
filter through fingers of light, falling
like early snowflakes, the ones
that come on the last day of October, before the night
of winter, when the air makes a freeze of your lungs.
Sacred words bounce from eaves to floor, and down
to me, in the blue pew
the one at the back,
that one that creaks,
Shhhhh.
