Sunday Scribblings asks: What do you make of art?
Look around. Indoors or out. Anywhere you look, there is art.
A child's hands, a flawless red pepper, sunbeams shining through clouds, your dog bounding across the snow-covered lawn, the delicate fronds of a fern, a perfectly smooth egg, a cardinal at the feeder, a Love-in-a-Mist bloom.
Look at this art, and then tell me there is no Creator.
1 comment:
Oh, beautiful, and so true. Anything we attempt to create in art is just a shadow of what we are surrounded by in nature. You put this so well!
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