an art exhibit showing an entire phase or representative examples of an artist’s lifework.
any exhibition or series of showings or performances, as of musical works or motion pictures, representing the work of an artist or performer over all or a major part of a career
Has there ever been an exhibition of a single item? Wikipedia’s definition of an exhibition, “an organised presentation and display of a selection of items,” suggests that the correct answer is, “No.”
I take note of the fact that all of the work of the artist or performer is not included in the exhibition. What is shown are items that are representative of the artist or performer’s work “over all or a major part” of his or her career. This infers that there are criteria that is used to determine what works are representative of the person’s body of work.
I think of the fact that the style which distinguishes the performer or artist from others, developed over time. In addition, producing a body of work demanded, among other things, dedication and perseverance. I imagine there were times that the artist or performer was discouraged, maybe even give up but we know that he or she returned to the work long enough to make an exhibition possible.
Whether or not we consider ourselves artists or performers, each of us is producing “a body of work” with our daily choices, words, and behaviors. And our “body of work” is on display in some manner. Are we producing a “body of work” that is representative of the person we believe ourselves to be, our authentic selves?
A post based on the Daily Post’s prompt, “Retrospective.”
The definitions of “Retrospective” are from dictionary.com.
is to gain mastery over,
But I also want to vanquish,
to win the battles and the war.
The war against discontent,
against the heavy burden of keeping score,
against the lie that for life to be better,
I need to keep acquiring more.
For I desire a life of gratitude,
fragranced by grace and love,
to daily see the blessings
given by the Father above.
To look at each person
and see Imago Dei.
To appreciate the present moment
instead of letting it slip away,
as I worry about the future
and remain haunted
by what I cannot change.
I know these goals are lofty
and not easily achieved,
but the cost of inactivity makes
worthwhile every effort
to make them reality.
via Daily Prompt: Conquer
Prompt: When was the last time you wrote something substantive — a letter, a story, a journal entry, etc. — by hand? Could you ever imagine returning to a pre-keyboard era?
I cannot imagine returning fully to a pre-keyboard era when writing a story or a major project which usually requires multiple drafts; however, when it comes to letters and journal entries, pens are where I live. I enjoy the movement of my favorite pen across a page made beautiful by its clean, crisp lines. I acknowledge I would rather receive an email or text instead of no correspondence. Nothing, however, compares to receiving a hand written letter or a note in a card.
This truth was reinforced for me recently when I watched a TED talk by Lakshmi Pratury. Here is an excerpt of the transcript of her talk.
“And my father left me a legacy of his handwriting through letters and a notebook. In the last two years of his life, when he was sick, he filled a notebook with his thoughts about me… There are times when I want to trade all those years that I was too busy to sit with my dad and chat with him, and trade all those years for one hug. But too late. But that’s when I take out his letters and I read them, and the paper that touched his hand is in mine, and I feel connected to him.”
I identify with her experience because letters from my parents are one of my most beloved treasures. Yes, I cannot imagine returning fully to a pre-keyboard era when writing a story or a major project which usually requires multiple drafts; however, when it comes to letters and journal entries, pens are where I live.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Pens and Pencils.”
You could have had me with a line
But kept on talking
Now I am floating on your words
Out the door
Written in response to the daily prompt, “Brevity Pulls,” on the The Daily Post.