Ancient philosophers often debated on the definition and importance of beauty. Artists throughout history have tried to capture it in paint, stone, movement, song, and words. Here's my take on it: As soon as you try to fit beauty into a succinct definition or confine it to the boundaries of a framed canvas, it moves, changes, and redefines itself. Beauty truly only exists in the fluidity of a moment that takes one's breath away.
Marissa and I have been enjoying So You Think You Can Dance for a couple years now. We get to April and get really excited because we know the audition shows are just around the corner. There have been only a few routines over the three seasons we've watched that really got close to defining beauty. I just finished watching a dance that did just that. The concept was a husband and a wife who just found out she has breast cancer. It was visually stunning, but it also brought tears to all four judges and nearly everyone in the crowd. It got to us too. The dance went beyond beauty to a place in the realm of the heart.
When I experience beauty, I'm reminded of my Creator and my Savior. There's nothing more beautiful than God. God's creation merely echoes the beauty inherent in His own glory.
I would love to know how art—in any medium—has touched the hearts of my readers. We all bring our experiences to whatever art we're viewing. What's yours?