“Every good gift
and every perfect gift is from above, and cometh down from the Father of
lights, with whom is no variableness, neither shadow of turning” (James 1:17).
I confess, if not
totally carried away, I’m flattered each time I’m called an artist by others.
But it gives me creeps first, knowing that being an artist could be a blessing
or a curse.
Long, long before I
came to completely read the Holy Bible with its amazing story of free salvation
and priceless redemption, I’d had already embraced arts and poetry and had
loved the world love stories whether or not there were rhyme and reason.
When I first heard
the song “Love Story” during my early elementary days and came to know about
the fictional love story behind it featuring a Montague and a Capulet, I
wondered why they loved that way and the world would like it thus I too dreamed
to love like what Romeo did and wished to be loved as well by someone like
Juliet.
Never did I realize
that love actually is not always similar to what that "hard-luck"
young couple had for each other most especially in a marriage life. In the real
world, one would offer a poison to a husband or a wife, and the other would
gladly drink it after stabbing himself/herself with a knife.
Well, kidding
aside, if you review your history about arts and artists especially the sort of
those that are extremely popular worldwide, you’ll find that a good number of
them or its dominating majority had ungratefully left this cruel but beautiful
life through suicide. Yes, I find it
beautiful, regardless of how life would come through, but most people see only
an artist’s beauty and life’s real beauty itself the world doesn’t know. Even my favorite folk singer then, the great
Don McLean, has his own regret to Van Gogh:
“But I could've
told you, Vincent, this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.”
As far as I know,
it seems that almost all fields of arts have their own share of their fine
artists who decided to end their lives with their own hands. I’m not just sure
if it’s due to unbearable fame or boredom like what happened only this year to
one of Hollywood’s talented happy man Robin Williams.
Like the most
privileged race and special creatures called the Israelites, artists are
peculiar people likewise. It’s so because unlike common individuals or ordinary
human beings, they see things beyond the naked eyes.
I think, being an
artist becomes a curse if the artist would use and do arts for his own personal
glory or for his pride to uplift. If it caused him to forget to acknowledge or
give back the honor and praise to the One Who graciously gave him such a gift.
Forgetting that the
all-knowing Lord God Almighty is the source of all talents and knowledge in
arts and everything best. As He is He Who designed this universe in
magnificence, gave each planet its own path to follow, He being the Supreme
Artist.
Of course, running
away from Him in pursuit of our own happiness could also be called an art as
there’s worldly honor to make. But Proverbs 16:5 says that every proud heart in
this world is an abomination to the Lord, but, it's still art for art's sake:
The art of making mistake.
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