To celebrate Image’s twenty-fifth anniversary we are posting a series of essays by people who have encountered our programs over the years. Read the earlier installments, Stumbling into the Waterfall, Henri Nouwen, Reaching Out, and The Notecards of Paradise.
I’m at lunch in a college cafeteria. At my table, the conversation goes like this:
“Have you heard John Tavener’s Protecting Veil?”
“Yeah, it’s like icon painting in music.”
“Icon writing, you mean.”
“When I listen to Tavener, I feel I could be immersed in George Wingate’s ethereal canvases—maybe his Earthhead.”
“Mmm, I saw his work in an issue of Image. I remember especially his Tree—it seemed to be breaking into the beyond.”
“For me it would be James Turrell’s amazing sky-spaces: the way he almost sculpts light. They give me the same feeling as Tavener’s music: of the divine mysteriously penetrating our world.”
“I wonder if there’s a novel that does that…”
“Well, this isn’t a novel, but Annie Dillard’s For the Time Being would be my call.”
I’m riveted by the creative energy of the conversation. But this isn’t at my college. It’s at one of the Glen Workshops I’ve attended over the years.