I got an email about my Rock Eagle entry, that I was worshipping another God by being a part of that culture. Strangly enough, I don't feel compelled to respond with an email to them. But the Lord is my Rock, and was my rock the day I kneeled there in prayer. I did feel it was a place of sanctuary, and I didn't stand on the rocks, but stayed toward the bottom of the mound. I thought of those who brought each stone and the God they prayed too, for all I know is the same God I pray too. It turns out that we humans reason largely by our hearts and not by our heads. Here in J-land, I find poets, artists, singers, storytelleres,writers, and more. I think they all know what it means to use symbols and metophors that speak our hearts rather than our minds. That like for me the term "a picture is worth a thousand words" is one of my favorite quotes. I think this great bird was a symbol for them. It may stay a mystery. But they lived and they loved, and I felt great love standing and kneeling in front of these quartz stones in Eatonton, Georgia. Looking at it in my mind I see the physical that conveys something so spiritual. Just like with my photograph's or drawings I want to express a deeper thought. I think Judi does that with her art. It links the visible world to the invisible realm of the Spirit, at least it does that for me. Each of her paintings is left hanging in my mind-an image that evokes mystery, arouses my imagination, and deepens my understanding. This is what truly makes her a true artist in my book.
Art from Judith Heartsong
Now that I look at this I realize this was reactionary entry. But oh well. I feel better now.