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Have
you ever held the essence of life in your hand?
Have
you ever once, beheld the total beauty of the human form?
I
have... in my hands, the smooth firmness of my pencil becomes my
spiritual link to my Lord... My eyes become his vision of all a
person is, of all they were, and all they will be. As my pencil comes
to life, I become at one with all that is, and all that ever will
be... I touch and caress the paper lovingly, dancing the wonderous and exciting
spiritual dance with the power and love of my God.
And
when the peaceful and imperceptible music of pencil and paper cease,
my living eyes open and behold the final product of my spiritual
journey, for I have captured that which only my God could create on
my easel... the essence of life and its beauty of creation.
--Gweneviere
Georgina Crawford
1992 address to the art classes
of my alma mater.
Note:
I threw the speech I had prepared out, and the above words just came
from my mouth, with more passion than I had ever displayed in public
before. After I spoke
these words, my speech was interrupted with a standing ovatation...
I looked over at my art instructor... the only teacher I ever really
opened up to in all my high school years... to find him blinking away
tears and looking at me with all the pride I had ever felt someone
have in me. When he opened his speech... he complimented me...
"Of
all the students of art I have ever taught, you are the only one
that has ever found the deepest meanings of artistic passion."
For
the first time in my life, I was no longer under the shadow of others. |
