From ‘Gould’s Book of Fish’ by Richard Flanagan
“I am William Buelow Gould & I mean to paint for you as best I can, which is but poorly, which is but a rude man’s art, the sound of water on stone, the fool’s dream of the hard giving way to the soft, & I hope you will come to see reflected in my translucent watercolours not patches of the white cartridge paper beneath, but the very opacity of the souls themselves.”
Art is a prayer that is waiting to be offered, named and claimed within our human experience. It is the way in which we see the opacity of our own souls. As I think about the opaque nature of my own soul, I am reminded of 1Corinthians 13:12… ‘For now we see through a glass, darkly, but then face to face. Now I know in part; but then shall I know, even as also I am known’.
