Yesterday, I was painting. Surprise! Not!!!
My first ever attempt at interpreting the legend of Our Lady of Guadalupe, at the request of my best friend since the first day of seventh grade.
There’s a learning curve… for both the artist and the theologian in me!
Somehow, when I’m in a space of stretching the edges, new things seem to sneak past my filters.
Note, dear Reader… what follows may feel a bit like a stream of consciousness adventure to you.
It does to me, too!
So, I was painting along… mostly fixing boo-boos. And as I painted, YouTube music videos were keeping me company.
Kind of the old favs list. Think summer camp.
And then, one I’ve loved for a bit without being quite sure why.
It’s the version of The Sound of Silence by the artist known as Disturbed.
It sounds a lot different from the Simon & Garfunkel original that lives in my brain.
It looks a lot different, too. A bit outside my familiar place.
In a minute, you’re going to find the magic link to read more.
I’m so hoping you will. And, after you click the magic link, there’s another magic link to the video!
But, first, a bit of context.
Once upon a time, quite a while ago, deep in the land of Ericksonian Hypnotherapy training, a new friend commented that I was, “really into power”.
I was shocked.
And then I realized that, while I’m not much into power over, I am, indeed, quite into power for!
Did you hear it?
And the people bowed and prayed to the neon god they made, and the sign flashed out its warning, in the words that it was forming. And the sign said, “The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls and tenement halls” and whispered in the sound of silence……………………………. Paul Simon
Which reminded me that, in another painting binge, I had recently watched the movie, The Help. Again.
A socially difficult tale in which people are empowered by the opportunity to speak.
And then, as I painted on, sitting in deference to my back, The Welcome Back NYC concert in Central Park.
Voices from Jennifer Hudson to Jon Batiste to L L Cool J to Barry Manilow, who brought down the house, as it were, with help from an outer band of Hurricane Henri!
But, voices, nonetheless. Voices creating community in a world desperate for it. A world where it’s just possible that the words of the prophets on the subway walls – which are basically art of a powerful, intentional sort – may be more important for our future than those of the neon gods.
Only we can choose.
ps… I suspect Our Lady of Guadalupe would agree!
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