Why is it that when I am exposed and surrounded by nature, I feel an urge to write?
There is this phenomenon that occurs in the world of artists. When one painter indulges in the works of another, the painter feels an urge to return to his paintbrush. When a musician listens to another’s compositions, the melodies and rhythms of an un-birthed song are already playing in her imagination. When a dancer sees someone sway and move to the beat of the song, he can’t help but to join in.
Beauty begets more beauty. Inspiration inspires more inspiration.
When I am in nature, I’m surrounded by God’s artwork. A walk on a trail becomes a tour through a holy art gallery. A good art gallery takes multiple visits to appreciate fully. With so many pieces on display, I sometimes miss a few on the first visit or I fail to see the full beauty of each piece.
God, the unrivaled Artist, has an infinite collection of art galleries, each of them constantly shifting and in perpetual change, like the waves of the ocean or the clouds of the sky. Like the family of deer stenciling footprints into the snowy winter canvas. Like the twinkling “star-covered tapestry plastered on a clear night sky”. Like black holes distorting time, matter, and even our perception of reality itself. Like the birth of galaxies that we cannot see until they start to die.
There is simply too much beauty. When I am in nature, I not only feel inspired, but compelled to write. I need to create art.
God made it such that good art not only inspires, but demands a response.
Is that not the gospel?
Is not the gospel God’s finest art piece?
“Good art doesn’t give answers. Good art asks questions.”