While in St. John's, NL last week with Franciscan friends from Wisconsin, we visited The Rooms, where a Christopher Pratt exhibition had just opened. He is in his 80th year. I wrote this text from where it was highlighted in big print on the wall, since
no photos were allowed:
"Wide open space is, for Pratt, a place of serenity. By emptying modern life of its illusion of momentum, Pratt reveals the poverty of a culture that has forsaken meditative calm for a distracted
sense of progress. The simplicity of his images present a moment immediately reinforcing the difference between seeing and looking."
His work calls me to do just that. I am so poor at it. I am still rushed and eager.
This year has helped me to slow down in significant ways, but the habits are long ingrained. I already know that this sabbatical will not end; instead it will be my inner heart companion as I return to full work in September.