
Am I wasting my time by drawing things like this hydrangea? Should I do something more useful? I just re-read the little book Only the Lover Sings: Art and Contemplation by Josef Pieper, and his words helped me answer that question.
“How can man preserve and safeguard the foundation of his spiritual dimension and an uncorrupted relationship to reality? The capacity to perceive the visible world ‘with our own eyes’ is indeed an essential constituent of human nature. We are talking here about man’s essential inner richness…. To see things is the first step toward that primordial and basic mental grasping of reality, which constitutes the essence of man as a spiritual being.”
Being in touch with reality does seem like a worthwhile goal. One of the ways Pieper suggests that we do this, is to become active in artistic creation.
”Before you can express anything in tangible form, you first need eyes to see. The mere attempt, therefore, to create an artistic form compels the artist to take a fresh look at the visible reality; it requires authentic and personal observation. Long before a creation is completed, the artist has gained for himself another and more intimate achievement: a deeper and more receptive vision, a more intense awareness, a sharper and more discerning understanding, a more patient openness for all things quiet and inconspicuous, an eye for things previously overlooked. In short: the artist will be able to perceive with new eyes the abundant wealth of all visible reality, and thus challenged, additionally acquires the inner capacity to absorb into his mind such an exceedingly rich harvest. The capacity to see increases.”
We all have the capacity to create art. No matter what the outcome looks like, the process of doing so can enrich our capacity to see, and this can help us clearly perceive the world as it is in all its depth and that can enrich our lives. This is a valuable thing to do.
Is there some kind of creative activity that you can do today? When we loosen the constraints of excessive critique of our creations, we can have fun, and in the process can more clearly touch what is real in other moments of our days.


As I get ready to attend a workshop in Santa Fe, New Mexico, to revive my life-drawing skills, I was reminded of the following excerpt from the book Only the Lover Sings: Art and Contemplation by the German philosopher Josef Pieper: