We are defined by the names we are called. I'm mom to four, sister to six, aunt to dozens, cousin to hundreds, a wife to one, a friend to many....but who am I? And, who are you?
We categorize each other by religion, politics, profession and so much more, but do these affiliations tell us what we really want to know? Who is the person next to us--behind the familiar patchwork of identities?
Recently I discovered artist Giuseppe Penone. About his work he states: "My artwork shows, with the language of sculpture, the essence of matter and tries to reveal with the work, the hidden life within.”
The hidden life within....isn't that what we long to know? Penone carved out an older tree to expose the young tree deep within. What if we could get beyond the maze of identities we have amassed over time, would we find our inner child? I wonder what delight she or he might bring.
We categorize each other by religion, politics, profession and so much more, but do these affiliations tell us what we really want to know? Who is the person next to us--behind the familiar patchwork of identities?
Recently I discovered artist Giuseppe Penone. About his work he states: "My artwork shows, with the language of sculpture, the essence of matter and tries to reveal with the work, the hidden life within.”
The hidden life within....isn't that what we long to know? Penone carved out an older tree to expose the young tree deep within. What if we could get beyond the maze of identities we have amassed over time, would we find our inner child? I wonder what delight she or he might bring.
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