The Love of God Revealed

Jesus the Light of the World
William Holman Hunt, 1851
St. Paul's Cathedral, London, England
Keble Chapel, Oxford, England

Today was another one of those Sundays when I was so moved by one of the readings that I was compelled to find a piece of artwork that might better illuminate my reaction to the words. Or should I say word? Sorry, a little biblical pun. Its ok to groan, it was bad. 

Romans 8 38-39

38 For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future nor any powers, 39 neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord. 

With so much absolute horror in the world right now these were just the exact right words for me to hear today. 

The first painting that came to mind is Jesus the Light of the World by William Holman Hunt, which I wrote about previously here but hadn't bothered to do any research on. At first it felt foreboding and frankly a little creepy but as I read more about it, I came to find it fits perfectly with today's reading. While I've always believed God resides next to me in darkness, what about in less foreboding and dangerous situations? Today's reading reminded me that (insert a not so surprised face) that there is no ending or beginning to God's love for us. It surrounds each of us before we are conceived and long after we die. Not a bad way to start my week. 

And a little bonus artwork inspired by Dante. It sure took him awhile to get to God's love but when he and Beatrice arrived it was glorious. 

Cheers, 
Ouiser

The Voyage of Life

Thomas Cole, The Voyage of Life: Childhood, 1842, The National Gallery of Art, Washington D.C.

You know that moment when a painting catches your eye in passing and immediately draws you in. You literally have to stop, back up and stare and then stare some more. Then you go home and you're still thinking about the painting. That feeling is what makes me love art.

This summer I took the littles to the National Gallery for their wonderful kids program, Stories in Art. If you are local to the DC area and haven't attended one of these, I hope you will. It is a great introduction to the museum and to art in general, plus it is perfectly suited to the little ones interests and attention spans. As the group of kids and parents paraded through the museum in search of Thomas Moran's, Green River Cliffs we passed through a small circular room that connected two galleries. On each of the four curved walls were Thomas Cole's The Voyage of Life series. I was immediately struck by their grand size. Each of the four paintings takes up nearly the entire wall it is hung on. That coupled with the intimacy of the small room only further causes the viewer to be absorbed into the paintings and the story told. The second aspect I noticed was (no surprise) the importance of light. It is what pulls the pilgrim through each painting. In the first painting the light feels warm and safe; inviting and yet full of promise. As a mother to two boys growing up way too quickly I also see pride and hope for what the child will do.

The Voyage of Life: Youth, Thomas Cole, 1842, The National Gallery of Art, Washington D.C.

The second painting is also breathtakingly beautiful. Again, the light is full of promise of what is to come. My head tells me to be wary of dreaming about a castle in the sky, which in this case is literally a castle in the sky but I can't quite help but want to cheer this ambitious child on. After all isn't that the American dream? Given the time period in American life when these paintings were created, it isn't a stretch to think that was on the artist's mind.

With the little bit of research I did on Cole, I learned that throughout his career he painted with driving purpose. While I think every artist has a point of view, Cole was telling a story about the importance of God in man's life. I especially enjoyed learning that this set of paintings is actually a duplicate. The first were restricted from public view by the owners so he painted a second set and exhibited those. I can't imagine the frustration an artist must feel when giving up their life's work and the control over it. But I digress... the reviews tell me I should see the dangers ahead but I'll be honest I don't, at least not directly. All I see is passion and excitement and ambition in this second painting.

The Voyage of Life: Manhood, Thomas Cole, 1842, The National Gallery of Art, Washington D.C.

And here we come to the fall. There is no question what Cole is telling us. Mankind is flawed. Mankind will fail. Mankind can not be his own savior. And yet again, there is hope. The light will never leave you, but you must choose to turn and follow it. Umm hello! I might have been distracted by the naiveté in the first two paintings but his message is blindingly clear in the third painting. As I near *gulp* my 40's I relate to this painting more than the others. Not because I feel I'm rushing head first into dangerous waters but because, like the man's boat I'm a little weathered by time and that is ok. Not to say I don't grimace at those three stubborn wrinkles on my forehead but for the most part I'm ok with my life choices. And as I get a little older I find that I am more interested in becoming a better person than a successful person.

The Voyage of Life: Old Age, Thomas Cole, 1842, The National Gallery of Art, Washington D.C.

I find the last of Cole's paintings the least relatable. Its striking, beautiful, peaceful and reflective but I don't relate. Not yet at least. I recently attended a funeral for the father of a friend of mine who had died of cancer and it got me thinking about what we all want for our loved ones at the end of their lives. Peace. To me that is the most striking aspect of this painting. Hope is never lost and in the end may we all find peace.


Cheers, 
Ouiser