Sculpting in Time
Art affirms all that is best in man—hope, faith, love, beauty, prayer… What he dreams of and what he hopes for… When someone who doesn’t know how to swim is thrown into the water, instinct tells his body what movements will save him. The artist, too, is driven by a kind of instinct, and his work furthers man’s search for what is eternal, transcendent, divine—often in spite of the sinfulness of the poet himself.
What is art? Is it good or evil? From God or from the devil? From man’s strength or from his weakness? Could it be an image of social harmony? Might that be its function? Like a declaration of love: the consciousness of our dependence on each other. A confession. An unconscious act that none the less reflects the true meaning of life—love and sacrifice.
In the flooded church (an excerpt from the movie ‘Nostalghia’ (1983), directed by Andrei Tarkovsky):
“A man saves another who was sinking into a slimy pond thereby risking his own life. Now they are both lying on the edge of the pound out of breath, exhausted. The rescued man says: “Idiot! Why did you do that? I live in there!!”
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