Art leads one to Truth
(and ultimately to God)
Ana Braga-Henebry, M.A.
God is the standard of all beauty. He is Beauty
Himself. We are made by Him, and our
destiny is happiness with Him one day.
Thus, deeply embedded within our spiritual nature is a yearning, a
longing, a desire for beauty—the desire for God Himself.
Religious
and non-religious people alike are moved, albeit individually and differently,
by beauty. What happens when one faces a
work or scene of beauty? Be it a model of Greek statuary, an Impressionist
painting, a Fra Angelico mural; in architecture: a well proportioned building,
or even a beautiful street of old houses; in nature itself: a clear dawn just
before daybreak, a crisp Fall day, a gorgeous sunset over the ocean. The human spirit,
when faced with the appreciation of beauty, suffers a sense of longing. It’s almost as if beauty can hurt. A deeply beautiful, moving piano sonata of
Beethoven or a Chopin prelude can bring tears to one’s eyes. This sense of longing is the human heart
desiring God, its ultimate destiny.
The
culture of death is also the culture that glorifies the Ugly. The Ugly as a rebellion against God and
consequently against the human spirit itself-- a God-destined spiritual
being. We are surrounded by it. Young
female models with ugly clothing and bored faces, dark make-up. Pop music of dull harmony, thudding primal
rhythm, and splintered dissonant melody.
Ugly urban decay, ugly human action—selfishness, war, greed—all the
fallout of sin. The culture of death is the culture of sin – sin, the purposeful
turning away from beauty and light. A
culture that hates the beautiful and shuns the revealing clarity of light also
shrouds the malformed actions of abortion in the dark and isolated closet of an
individual’s right to sin.
Exposure
to beauty ennobles the human soul. By
surrounding himself with beautiful things man actively seeks and moves toward
to his Creator. This will eventually
provoke in him a desire to search more and to discover the source of this
beauty. The source of his cause of
longing.
Professor
John Saward’s book by Ignatius Press entitled The Beauty of Holiness and the
Holiness of Beauty: Art Sanctity and The Truth of Catholicism points that
the Reformation was an iconoclastic reform, a quite literal smashing of sacred
art and architecture, that resulted in a purging of the sacred in art from our
culture and the loss of our sense of perceiving sacredness in works of art. The
frontispiece to the book bears a striking quotation by Pope Benedict XVI, then
The
only really effective apologia for Christianity comes down to two arguments,
namely, the saints the Church has produced and the art which has grown in her
womb. Better witness is borne to the
Lord by the splendor of holiness and art which have arisen in the community of
believers than by the clever excuses which apologetics has come up with to
justify the dark sides which, sadly, are so frequent in the Church’s human
history. If the Church is to continue to
transform and humanize the world, how can she dispense with beauty in her
liturgies, that beauty which is so closely linked with love and with the radiance
of the Resurrection? No. Christians must not be too easily satisfied. They must make their Church into a place
where beauty—and hence truth—is at home.
Without this the world will become the first circle of Hell.
To close, I present my own
translation of a sonnet by the Brazilian Benedictine monk, Dom Marcos Barbosa,
OSB, a prolific poet and author. My master’s thesis involved translation a
selection of his poetry to the American audience. Dom Marcos was a loving, holy
and artistic Benedictine, and our family in Brasil was most fortunate to have a
lifelong friendship with him.
Take your colors. On the canvas
Paint this iris-blue of the sky.
Bring to the frame a nude,
Or the red-faced fisherman casting his
net.
Sculpt in bronze the wing’s rustle,
The tightened muscle of the athlete,
The face’s curve, feet floating
In a light
dance, merely touching the ground.
Take the instrument and arc, strike
the keys,
Turn your voice into all the matter
That will translate the ideas heard in
dream
Take the word, its color and form,
With its design and sound build the
poem.
It’s God you seek. Nothing else.