I have been studying art history, and I’m constantly realizing how little I know while rejoicing in the fact that I have time to learn. Especially since the Parisian Art Revolution which began in the 1860s when those “isms” which warm my heart began to develop in rapid succession, my head spins as I sort out the many fascinating developments of art.
There is one particular aspect of pictorial language that resonates with me, a language which I understand from the inside out: the language of color. Here I’m thoroughly at home in my adopted country of visual art. I’m on familiar ground, surrounded by artists with whom I could chat at a sidewalk café most anywhere in the civilized world.
Perhaps that’s because my art is completely subjective. Like my poetry, my art is a place where I’m free to express myself—a world within. Even more than the components of light and shadow, typical of the Old Masters’ works, color speaks to me! As effectively as poetry, color portrays that highly personal inner place—my soul.
This art adventure parallels a new stage of life, a transition from country to community living. Thirty three years ago, in the press of demanding circumstances, my husband and I moved to a country home where (like Thoreau at Walden) I could learn to live deliberately. From that country home we moved to a wild location where there were more deer than humans, a visibly large population of black bears, and a substantial number of timber wolves. Beautiful background for feeding the soul.
I believe that God created each of us with a personality to be shaped and honed as He wills. For nearly thirty years He shaped my world within through nature and solitude and (like Thoreau) I actually learned to live deliberately. Then suddenly we were translated to a community setting. My husband and I did what we never thought we could do; we moved from our haven of wild serenity to the accelerated pace of a city suburb—albeit quiet, and definitely not urban.
And here I am, still living deliberately. Meanwhile, what am I learning from art history? I’m learning that art really is all about freedom, even freedom from the isms.
For me, that means freedom to express my world within—specifically through COLOR!
Margaret L. Been, ©2013
Reblogged this on Poems From Psalms And Nature and commented:
A beautiful post about “the language of color” and faith, by Margaret L. Been, an artist from Wisconsin. Blessings, Ellen
Thank you, Ellen!