Whether you say it’s purely talent; whether you’re certain it’s a learned trait; I like to vouch for inheritance—that is, from our Father up there. I’d say He’s the ultimate craftsman. Isaiah 64:8 has always been my favorite verse: “But now, O Lord, thou art our father; we are the clay, and thou our potter; and we all are the work of thy hand.”
I’ve loved art since I was a child; I’m pursuing it more deeply as an adult.
Of all the different techniques, understandings, mediums and methods I’ve picked up, one thing has not changed.
When I create things, I know I will never be finished with them.
I can work on a piece for a couple of hours, sit down, and say, “Wow, I really like this, it’s finished.”
And I promise to you within the next days, weeks, months, years—I’ll look at that same piece and think, “Wow, I could change this or that and this or that could be so much better, now that I know this and that.”
There’s always something to finish, fix, or refine. Leonardo Di Vinci was one to recognize this, famously observing, “Art is never finished, only abandoned.”
Ultimately, our Lord is the same way—with us. He is never finished with us; He will never abandon us. We’re a work of art He’s never able to set down, and yet we’re the work of art He’s most pleased with. He’s enraptured with us; dedicated from our first formation to our ongoing transformation. He knows as well as any of us artistically-inclined, that just as ability is sharpened over time, so are our virtues. So is our knowledge. So are our very lives, then, in all fullness.
What a beautiful deliberation to belong to. What a beautiful inheritance."