yesterday's post

not so much that 'God communicates through art' but that God is so pervasive and 'unavoidable' in all of the laws and biases of nature on every conceivable level (and many inconceivable ones also) that any artist seeking truth and meaning through his art cannot fail to discover God to his 'audience' (and himself) through it.
['even his rebels']

not only this but because God creates - by his very nature he creates - the artist is not only 'participating' in 'creation' but 'acting with' and 'on behalf of' or 'representing' God in a mysterious way . . . .
the danger is to limit God by creating notions about what 'beauty' consists of.
[beauty is truth and truth beauty]. the truth lies way beyond our meagre comprehension except on a very simplified level and so beauty does also. the better artists are the ones sensitive and skilful enough to see beauty beyond the pale replicas that we tend to make do with . . .
but saying that, it's hard to see a place for my own compilations there. . .
but I begin to understand that there seems to be a necessity of faith about creating . . . this I haven't really understood . . . .
when I am not creating I suffer and my whole being is somehow diminished. . . at least that is how it seems today.

God communicates through art.

is it really as simple and as clearcut as that?

holy word
holy sound

until I fully understand your immanence I cannot understand my music.

it cannot be a question of judgement.
with judgement comes doubt
and with doubt: neglect.
my music is a source of healing only when I can refrain
from both neglect and self-judgement.

music cannot be about concert-hall or 'being heard'
it is only about the inner perception of colour:
the inner stained glass through which light can (and does) pour.

I know only too well that meandering improvisation can no longer satisfy:
it needs to be written down so that I can discern
patterns,
directions,
pathways,
and, potentially, meaning. . . . . .

I need my music to be about you
but isn't there a danger of serious under-estimation here?

aftermath

a day later and I hardly dare look at my piece 'finished' yesterday. I am determined to call it a symphony though it breaks even more rules than previous efforts.
I have just edited yesterday's post a little. too many words . . . . and come to think of it, I might end up feeling the same about my piece also: too many notes.
too much C major?
symphony meaning 'painting'; a whole; a start and a finish. a problem resolved - however inconclusively . . .