Art
~Herman Melville
In placid hours well-pleased we dream
Of many a brave unbodied scheme.
But form to lend, pulsed life create,
What unlike things must meet and mate:
A flame to melt--a wind to freeze;
Sad patience--joyous energies;
Humility--yet pride and scorn;
Instinct and study; love and hate;
Audacity--reverence. These must mate,
And fuse with Jacob's mystic heart,
To wrestle with the angel--Art.
And fuse with Jacob's mystic heart,
To wrestle with the angel--Art.
I'm cleaning out the children's art portfolios from school. Rather than keep everything, I've been taking photos so we can take remember them without having to store them in boxes.
Some of their pieces are so exquisite, with their bold use of colour and form, that they rival professional works. This applies to all children's art not just my own brood's! But it is my duty of course to cherish pieces of my children's artwork - so I can be forgiven for a bit of boasting.
Hats off to primary school teachers. We've had fun sorting through the mountain of paper representing a year's worth of classroom labour.