I’ve been sketching, and thinking, and reading, and thinking, and yak yak yak all day about beauty. I believe it is powerful, yes. And I say that all the time. But that’s all rubbish if we can’t say why …. what is it that beauty actually does to make the world better?
I have a thought that seems …. well …. it seems to be possibly a useful step in the right direction. Here it is: Beauty is so pleasing to us that it opens our hearts. It transforms us just enough to allow us to see something new … or hear something with fresh ears … or consider a new perspective. It unravels our architecture just enough to let in a new ray of light.
This is a sculpture of a dear friend … Meg Winston … I’m envisioning one for myself here in Lockhart.
