These are dry times. Summer slips away faster than you can catch it – a dime down the drain. The sky hangs damp and icy today. Across the globe, powerful little men toy with the world’s future like it’s a game of chicken. Hurricanes have ravaged large parts of our earth. Families will suffer the effects for years to come. Terrorists won’t let London sleep.
This planet can get so ugly. So broken. So disordered. So many of our mirrors are shattered.
There is order in beauty. A divine order, I believe, but whatever your theology you can feel it. The affirmation of disparate parts falling into place.
Jennifer Berkenbosch’s Cultivar matters because the world needs beauty today. We need to be reminded that there is goodness. There is a solid bed beneath this wild river.
Two kids in tow, I started with a promise. For every artist I stopped to talk to, I would give the kids $1 in treats at the end of our trek. At the start this applied only to artists I already knew. We modded the rules quickly to include conversations of 5 mintues or longer with new connections.
By 5 PM, I was buying the kids supper. It was well worth it. I collected many conversations, and formiddable stack of business cards too.
You have something to say–why not say it here? Email your blog post idea to dave@bleedingheartart.space and let's chat.
Welcome to the new format for weekly arts updates. It’s as simple as the hand on your wrist.
Each week, The Bleeding Heart Art Space will help you grab a handfull of art, faith, hope and love in and around Edmonton. Categorized by finger, of course.
Five suggestions, five fingers, five themes.
You have something to say–why not say it here? Email your blog post idea to dave@bleedingheartart.space and let's chat.
