November Musings // and a new name

After months of trying to come up with an original new title for my blog, I've given up and have decided to revert back to the title of my first debut into the blogging world, from quite a few years ago: Knots of Thoughts. More and more lately I've been using this space to write on just that - my knots of thoughts. Writing has always been a form of therapy for me. It's a way of sorting out my jumbled mind into something more clear and coherent, and also a way of releasing those emotions that can sometimes get too intense for me to handle. This is why I have a personal diary. Sometimes, though, I feel the need to share these thoughts and emotions, which is why I also have this blog. And I don't only like to share my thoughts - I also love sharing little snippets of this beautiful life and world we live in, whether it's through photography or other little mementos of existence. I do not have many readers, but I do appreciate the few ones I have. Many thanks to you, dear readers, for your comments, your own wonderful blogs, and your friendship.

Now that I've announced this change, here is some of what I've been up to...

ENJOYING

This wonderful time of year. That glorious feeling when you step outside on a sunny day, being able to soak up that vitamin d, and yet still having to bundle up with boots and a scarf because of the oncoming winter chill.

READING

Ice Road by Gillian Slovo

An interesting novel, and full of Russian history that I admit I'm finding difficult to distinguish and keep track of. It is a good read however.

PLAYING

A bit of Grieg. I'm working on memorizing Notturno, op. 54, no.4. "Notturno" means "nightpiece," and my favourite thing about this work is that it brings you right into its setting. When I play it, I can actually hear the stillness of nighttime, the sounds of nature, and nocturnal animals at work.

LISTENING

To more podcasts. I'm finding it a great use of my time while driving or doing chores like raking leaves (the entirety of one side of our property is lined with maple trees, so you can imagine the amount of leaves there are to rake up...)

PONDERING

Something that was brought up in a Catholic Answers podcast I listened to recently. Which is greater: to love, or to be loved? Not disregarding the importance of the other, but the answer is that it is greater to be loved, for God loves us insurmountably. What a comfort that is. To know that you are always loved. Always cared for. No matter what you do.

Starving for Wisdom

Wisdom, understanding, counsel, knowledge, fortitude, piety, fear of the Lord. The seven gifts of the Holy Spirit. Lacking in some causes an imbalance in others. Today, it is easy to become obsessed with knowledge and information. To discover the secrets of the universe, to uncover the depths of biology, to keep pushing the limits of science to see how far we can go. All are admirable goals; to have a sense of awe and wonder for our world is a very good thing. But if we become so obsessed with finding answers and obtaining all the information our brains can hold, there sometimes is no room left for other gifts, particularly of wisdom.  In our world, the gift of wisdom is one often overlooked. The danger is that our minds will start to drown in information, our souls left starving for wisdom. Wisdom is something that we all want, I think. But we don't always know to ask for it. It is so easy to become swept up in the moment and in the passion of discovery, with the consequences of dealing with unwise choices. One may have all the knowledge of the world, but without wisdom, one cannot know how to use this knowledge for the good of humanity.

Photo from Pinterest

Thoughts on Beauty & Art

Pictures taken at the Montreal Gallery of Fine Arts

Earlier this year I went to visit Montreal, Quebec. One day, while walking the cobblestone streets, I passed by a large, grotesque statue of a naked man - if it could be called a man. He had strange-looking, broken wings. There was a rectangular hole that went right through his torso, and out of this hole came what looked like tangled vines and a pair of grasping hands. The statue had no distinguishable face - it was simply a mass of human hands.

Looking at this statue revolted me, and made me think about how much art has changed in the past century - particularly in the past few decades. It's almost as if the entire purpose of art has flipped around. It's purpose used to be for pursuit of beauty, which reflected the truth and goodness of God and his created world. Especially in earlier centuries, it was often used to depict stories centering around the Christian faith - whether they were depictions of stories from Scripture, of saints, or of otherworldly places such as Heaven. Of course, there were also more disturbing paintings and sculptures made which depicted subjects such as visions of Hell or demonic images. The purpose of these grotesque subjects, however, was to alert people to the reality of evil which is, ultimately, a good thing. Much of the uglier art of today certainly does not have this purpose - rather, it seems to be for the enjoyment of, and the attraction to, the darker side of life.

While in Montreal, I also went to visit the city's fine arts museum. It held many wonderful galleries of art. One of my favorite exhibits was the Renaissance exhibit where a lot of Italian work was on display, as well as the Golden Age exhibits showing work from The Romantic, Baroque and Classical periods. We then came to the gallery of contemporary art. Almost immediately upon entering the room, my head started hurting. The wall in front of me was filled with massive canvasses of so much color my eyes watered from looking at it. One canvas, stretching almost the entire length of the floor to the ceiling, was entirely neon orange, with a black dot directly in the center. Another work was simply even, bold stripes of color in no recognizable pattern. In the middle of the room sat strangely-shaped furniture, sporting the same bold colors of the surrounding paintings. It was almost as if I was in the tackiest room of IKEA, except worse.

What has happened? What has art become? In our age, new ideas are encouraged - we are prodded to think outside of the boxes, to push past artistic boundaries. And this can be a good thing. But the problem is that we have lost our ideals. We have lost our concepts of beauty and truth. Today, the purpose to create art has changed. Today, its seems as though we create art for the sole purpose of being disturbing, to do everything in our power to not make something beautiful - but in a way that hides this fact by writing the word "creativity” in front of it.

I do not mean to condemn all modern art. In fact, there is some modern art that I like very much. But for the most part, our post-Christian culture no longer believes that the depiction and pursuit of truth, beauty and goodness should be vital to our artistic expressions, as was believed in former times. So the question is, can Christian artists today again take up the challenge to serve God by creating works that are truly beautiful? A great Catholic contemporary artist, Michael O'Brien, is a shining example of this kind of artist. From a letter O'Brien addressed to his fellow artists came the following prophetic words, words I wish all modern artists would heed: “Beware the current schools of criticism and norms in fiction and the other arts. Please don’t bow to them, don’t succumb to their rationale, which would bend and reshape your beautiful gift according to their subjective criteria and their blurred motives. Don’t become a victim of this colossal peer pressure. Don’t become a tool in the hands of the state, or the academy, or an art-guru, or any other dimension of the social revolution that is presently afflicting Western civilization.”