"Some people might call you a piece of work. God calls you a piece of art." Those were Les Bon-Bernard's words last night to a crowd of us. The beautiful thing about art is it is relationally saturated in interpretational opportunity. Art is both the constructed canvas of oil paint, brush strokes, elemental materials, captured images, & reflections of multiple actions. But it is also an improve of those who are in view of it; those who are interacting with it on a social & relationally critical examination of where they find meaning & significance with it.
If each one of us is a masterpiece in the working, we have to ask ourselve's the questions that reveal who relationally is the artist's behind our sense of understanding & purpose? Who is creating "us" & the meaning for our existence?