“I never paint dreams or nightmares. I paint my own reality.” Frida Kahlo
For a while now, Spiritual Bahana and I have been discussing coping mechanisms; the how and why people cope with this one life we all have been given. In the day–to–day, we’ve discovered that a creative outlet is necessary in order to step away from the hustle and bustle of everyday stress; otherwise life can become too much and unhealthy habits can take the place of the creative spark. So when the opportunity came up to visit an annul art show held in Downtown L.A, we figured it would be a great way to see how God – the ultimate coping mechanism – can be found in art. We didn’t go with a certain focus or looking for any artist in particular, we thought we’d go, check it out and then discuss our personal experience afterward.
As I was walked through the galleries, I found myself not so much paying attention to the art – the original reason why we were there – but the sacred spaces created within. I’ve always found it interesting that when entering into a gallery, it’s often very similar to walking into a sanctuary – the first thing visitors do is observe silence. There were many nooks outside the galleries that held sacred quiet as well. Here is a pictorial of what we found:
Sacred spaces: Where the artists meditated.
Creative spaces: Where the artists created.
Community Space: Where the people gathered.
As I move forward on the path of expanding my world view of God, I’m finding that the Creator is everywhere beyond what my own eyes and mind can judge; co-creativity first manifests itself deep down where the Spirit dwells, within the sacred spaces and places of the heart.
Ed & I attended The Brewery Art Walk a few weeks ago. We have talked about the need for a creative outlet and how that relates to spirituality. We went with an open mind and curious to see how art and spirituality intersected.
Although we did find plenty of examples at the Art Walk of creativity expressing the soul’s inner-workings, there was something that happened after the show that stuck with us more than anything.
We were pretty hungry after walking around and looking at art all day, so we stopped at Umami Burger, before heading home. We were shoveling food into our faces, barely breathing at our table outside, when a man approached us and began singing.
He was probably homeless, with a rough appearance, but he had a beautiful voice. He sang an original song that was hard not to enjoy. At the end, he asked for money and told us, “I don’t even have any teeth, but am doing the best I can.” We clapped, Ed gave him money and he moved on.
After all, aren’t we all just doing the best we can? Ed said something that stuck with me about our singing friend. He said, “sometimes it is better to break out into song, than into tears.” He didn’t have all his teeth, a home or means, but he still had his voice and used it to make the best of his situation.
I sometimes get caught up in complaining about things or focusing on the negative. I definitely believe tears are healthy and necessary. But, after you have cried and done what you can to change a situation, then what? Keep crying? Or maybe, make a song out of it?
This concept has helped me out quite a bit in the past few weeks. Instead of getting wrapped up in work stress and complaining away, can I make the best of situation and sing it away?
I went to this Art Walk hoping to find out something about how creativity and spirituality combine, I did see instances of that, however, God had something else for me to see. Often times, we have our own plans about a situation, but I believe that the real lessons we need to learn will present themselves accordingly.
Have you ever had a spiritual lesson, when you did not expect it? Tell us about it.
In love and sisterhood,