the Messengers

The Ancient of Days, W.B.

The Ancient of Days“- William Blake

 

let us start with the words of the great Beethoven:

“Tones sound, and roar and storm about me until I have set them down in notes.” 

and continue with those of Michelangelo:

“I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free.”

do you notice anything? always when great artists of mankind such as those mentioned above and many more talk about how a work of art came to be, they give you the feeling that there is something inside, something that came to them, that they felt urged to release, to express, to put it in some kind of shape and that they can find no rest or relief until they do so. it feels like they don’t have any other choice but to express that which came to them. seldom, or almost never, will you hear from such an artist something like I created this work of art or this is my creation. it is as if they have a message that they absolutely have to deliver, each in its own art, in its own way…  

did you ever wonder why these giants were so humble and yet able to leave behind such beauty, such perfection, such trace of immortality imprinted in matter? how do they manage to leave themselves as individual personalities out of this and just be this perfect channel for the message that they need to deliver? in the case of artists such of these, the urge is so big that they are probably left with little choice.

“The true work of art is but a shadow of the divine perfection.” Michelangelo

“Every beauty which is seen here by persons of perception resembles more than anything else that celestial source from which we all are come.” Michelangelo 

as these great artists, each human being has a message to deliver, something to achieve, a role to play in this Grand Scheme of things, all for the sake of growth, of evolution of reaching true potential for humankind as a whole. we too feel a certain urge to do some things and in doing them we have this feeling that it is what we were somehow supposed to do. this is possible only if we manage to lose this sense of personality, this sense of being an individual that we build and cultivate and allow our true nature to be expressed.

“I am a poor man and of little worth, who is laboring in that art that God has given me in order to extend my life as long as possible.” Michelangelo 

let’s set this Person that we think we are aside and let the Message we embody come through…there is such peace and joy in that.  

Where the spirit does not work with the hand, there is no art.” Leonardo da Vinci

our life is our work of art.

muses leaving, G.M.

The Muses Leaving Their Father Apollo to go and Enlighten the World”- Gustave Moreau

~*~

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