I know this thirst will not last long for it will soon drown in a song not sung in vain,
I feel the thunder in the sky, I see the sky about to rain, and I hear the prairies calling out Your name.
Rich Mullins, Calling Out Your Name
The view from my window took a decidedly interesting turn last week.
One week I’m playing a brothel whore in The Threepenny Opera.
Andrew provided the interesting art gracing the cover of Amarillo Opera’s program last season. Seems our executive director, David O’Dell, wants Andrew to provide his unique viewpoint to our cover again this year. David thought viewing some ranch scenery and crawling through the petroglyph cave could fuel Andrew’s imagination. I became the chief tour guide.
Andrew was an excellent sport.
I enjoyed talking all things ‘art’ and ‘great plains’ with Andrew and his gracious wife, Elizabeth.
Maybe I’ve enjoyed a day more.…but I simply can’t think of one right now.
We stopped at all my favorite places. Looking for inspiration on the Great Plains is not an activity for sissies.
Looking at the old rock pens, we spoke of wondering about the family who once lived here.
At times I felt as if I should reimburse Andrew for the art lesson, as we discussed the many sources of inspiration for texture.
I confided in Andrew and Elizabeth of how I like to have my camera slung around my neck as it forces me to see. To observe and not rush by.
Elizabeth and Andrew weren’t even the slightest bit irritated when I chirped,
Let’s go see the graveside. It’s just a five-minute walk!
Andrew explained he has a passion for this area of the country (he was born in New Jersey) and he wanted to move here. His muse is this land.
Come again, Andrew?? Were you out of town for the entire dust-bowl month of March?
Andrew’s knowledge of the history of this area is impressive. I prayed he wouldn’t ask me any ‘New Jersey’ questions. Garden state!!
I’m no art critic (a-men), but when I ponder Andrew’s art I see an artist with a profound talent for elevating the ordinary to the sacred. He never overtly sentimentalizes his subject matter. In fact, he says he tries to ‘stay out of it’. Much of his subject matter deals with the harsh realities of life on the Great Plains, but I think his art reveals his reverence for the area and the land’s hardy inhabitants.
To the poet, to the philosopher, to the saint, all things are friendly and sacred, all events profitable, all days holy, all men divine.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Thanks Elizabeth and Andrew for the holy day. I’m grateful.
Hope you discover your muse this week, dear reader.
Sacred love to all.