|copyrighted art by Sandra Lee Baron|
"Bring ‘em on in ma’am,” the director said as he waved his hand toward the entrance hall.
“ This way madam,” called the helper.
“Here I will help you with that elephant sized one,” as he reached and balanced his weight against the heaviness of the painting.
I could feel my heart beating as hard as when I was a child watching a three ring circus. I was seeing the acts assemble. My eyes gathered the views created by the bright colors of the artists' palettes. Paintings were leaned on walls waiting to be judged by the curator.
“This one is magnificent,” I whispered in a low voice. I was lost on the lighted path that led me to a tree gathering, trees of every hue and color. A master’s hand painted each leaf with flare and each tree was given honor for its own beauty.
“Ah, look at this one,” I chattered. A small child was perched on a stone wall seeing the wonderment in a playful squirrel. The wall was alit with sunlight that created beaconing shadows. As I lingered in front of the painting, I wondered how the artist could create such a clear emotion in the eyes of the child.
Again I heard, “Come right in, sir. Come this way. “ The passageways were getting more crowded as the hour passed. One young artist carried a giant canvas covered with lush roses, pink roses that asked to be picked for pleasure.
It was a parade of art. I was at the Richmond Art Museum last week. As I entered my art in the RAM show, I watched other artist bring in their art creations to be judged. The excitement, color, and happenings reminded me of a circus. These talents were not displayed under a tent, but instead housed in the restored art wing , which displayed the fine architecture of the early 1930’s.
|copyrighted art by Betty Ann Fraley|
|On this sunny afternoon, folks were demonstrating their ability to create beauty. On exhibit were abstract autumn scenes, representative barns and fields, impressionistic trees, and life size portraits. Everyday life was interpreted by artist from their own view, their art vantage point. Each painter hoped to be juried into the show. But, from my view, everyone was a winner. The artists had captured moments of life and displayed them on canvas.|
As a child I had problems at the circus. I didn’t know which act to watch. It was the same at the museum. Every painting had worth and wonder. It was a splendid day spent in color, space, and balance. Each painting was evidence of the Creator within each of us. Whether viewing the beauty or painting the subject, the Creator allowed us a glimpse into glory.