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a new song

"a new song"
multimedia collage on hardback book board
gregory a. milinovich

in reading luci shaw's breath for the bones, i came across this quote from eugene peterson, and i really love it:

there's a long tradition in the Christian life, most developed in eastern orthodoxy, of honoring beauty as a witness to God and a call to prayer. Beauty is never only what our senses report to us but always also a sign of what's just beyond our senses--an innerness and depth. there's more to beauty than we can account for empirically. in that more and beyond, we discern God. artists who wake up our jaded senses and help us attend to these matters are gospel evangelists.

i have always thought of beauty as a call to prayer, not so much in an theologically descriptive way, but in a real pragmatic way: when i see or hear or smell or discover something beautiful, i am immediately drawn to the Creator. beauty moves me. and, as one who plays with paper in ways that surprise me and sometimes others, i want to be that kind of gospel evangelist that peterson is talking about. i want my juxtapositions to 'wake up our jaded senses' and move us to singing a new song. i am certain now, more than ever, that it is part of my calling to keep gluing. to keep juxtaposing. to keep cutting and pasting. if for no one else than at least for me: to attend to these matters, to point to a truth beyond the "paper" of life, and to demonstrate redemption by finding new life for old bits of refuse, these are part of my experience of God. this is the good news i have to share, and one of my favorite ways to share it.

Comments

Max02 said…
I think your artwork is great. My favorite parts are the words "I need" and the man's face. Makes you wonder what it is he's asking for.

Keep doing what you're doing. Maybe you'll never be famous, maybe you'll never sell anything, who knows. But you know for sure that God has given you this gift, an opportunity to mimic the Creator by making something beautiful.

word verification: guidl
"The guidl get us back to the ranch before dark...I hope."
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cathyq said…
I absolutely love this collage. The depth is amazing; the eye is drawn deep into the background. Beautiful indeed.
Anonymous said…
You did it again! Good thing I like U2!

40
I waited patiently for the Lord.
He inclined and heard my cry.
He brought me up out of the pit
Out of the miry clay.

I will sing, sing a new song.
I will sing, sing a new song.
How long to sing this song?
How long to sing this song?
How long, how long, how long
How long to sing this song?

You set my feet upon a rock
And made my footsteps firm.
Many will see, many will see and hear.

I will sing, sing a new song.
I will sing, sing a new song
I will sing, sing a new song.
I will sing, sing a new song
How long to sing this song?
How long to sing this song?
How long to sing this song?
How long to sing this song?

Greg C.
PS: Great piece, btw.
greg milinovich said…
greg c.: its true. i keep coming back to that song/psalm. it is, in some way, a theme of my life. for better or for worse.

mom: glad you like it. i made it several years ago, and it really isn't one of my favorites! but i'm glad you liked it.

max02: thanks, man. i'm sure i'll never be famous, and that has never been a motivation for me. mostly, i create because i want/need to. the questions arise for me when it comes to sharing/selling my work. that's been the struggle for me, but its been a fun journey. thanks.

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