I like Van Gogh. I like the beauty and mystery, the bold mixture of colors, and the movement and honesty found while gazing at his paintings. I'm looking at a painting he did of himself right now as I write this and I am struck by the way he painted himself. He looks sad. He looks tired. He looks worried. He looks real while still looking intriguing. I also love his "Starry Night" painting. I had the opportunity to see the original painting in New York at the Museum of Modern Art about 18 years ago and I remember standing in front of the painting, leaning into it as if I could crawl into that moonlit landscape. Van Gogh had a gift. He was able to paint in a way that no one else could/can and we are able to see the world differently because of his artistic gift.
Now I will jump to my point of this blog.
Music. Unfortunately, frequently, christian music drives me crazy. Instead of being pulled towards what the songs are attempting to reveal, oftentimes, I find myself hitting the mute button and frustration filling my chest.
Where is the great craft? Where is the great songwriting? What in the heck are they trying to say? What picture are they trying to paint?
I feel like we are being handed mediocre artwork and being told to get over it, ignore the shabby work because they are at least using the same colors. Same colors, same painting right?
No. Not even close.
How is anyone supposed to know what is being painted about if the artist is a bad painter? How does the bad painter's artwork keep being put in the most prominent place of viewing?
Where are Christian Music's Van Gogh's? I want to see Jesus from their perspective.