One gospel (Mark) doesn’t mention the birth of Jesus. The other three relate it in different ways. This has led me to reflect on the way in which different arts attempt to give expression to the nature of God. Poets struggle with the language, words both mystic and absurd fail to frame the incarnation, giving flesh to living Word. Art constrained by expectation will not let the colours go, only spreading, mixing media emulate the Spirit’s flow. Sculptors sometimes risk the fracture, letting stone dictate the form, giving rise to new creation chance God shattering our norm. Even music caged in bar lines lacks the freedom to expand, till in jazz, through improvising, rhythms stretch to new demands. Nothing ever fixed or final, way beyond the human mind: mystery and imagination… all that we will ever find… © Andrew Pratt Written 17/12/2022
Incarnation – Watercolour © Andrew E. Pratt
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