Sometimes art is like the little girl who was drawing a picture in art class. Her teacher walked over to her and stood behind her for a moment, trying to figure out exactly what her student was drawing. It was nearly impossible to make out. The girl’s crayons danced on the page, scattering colours and shapes all around. In some places it was wild and frenzied. In others it was sober and serious. In a few places, it looked downright childish and silly. Finally the teacher couldn’t be bothered to guess anymore.
“What are you drawing, dear?” she asked.
“God,” the student replied without looking up.
The teacher gave a wry smile. “But no one knows what God looks like, dear.”
The student leaned in close to her page, sticking her tongue out as she laid down a streak of deep red. “They will in a minute,” she said.
Sometimes art dares to touch the things that cannot be touched. Sometimes it tries to see the things that cannot be seen. Sometimes it succeeds and turns around to show it to us.