“Art Washes Away The Dust of the Soul”
Pablo Picasso famously said, “Art washes away the dust of the soul” and I believe him. It happened to me again last week. Months ago, Amy bought me ticket to a Return to Forever concert. Their album Romantic Warrior was the first jazz album I ever purchased. They sent me on a decade long journey of listening almost exclusively to jazz. Their blend of jazz and rock, and virtuosity made it impossible for me to go back and listen to the pop and C.C.M. I was taking in for a long time.
Last Sunday was not an ideal day to sneak in a road trip to Pittsburgh. I’ve been living on a ladder getting home improvement projects done for weeks. Last week our church hosted Willowcreek’s Leadership Summit and I was the onsite event manager. A sixty-plus hour work week loomed ahead. Still, we had tickets. They weren’t cheap. More importantly, this was going to be the date for our 15th wedding anniversary.
The concert was fantastic. Stanley Clarke might be the best bass player alive on the planet. He continues to do things on the bass that no one else can do. Jean-Luc Ponty joined the band for this tour and played most of the guitar leads on the violin. Chick Corea’s voicings and composition never fails to leave me breathless.
It was a long concert. Zappa Plays Zappa opened. I didn’t know their discography, but this was a fun, talented band in their own right. We didn’t leave Pittsburgh till 11:30 PM. This made for a short night of sleep before a long weekend.
Sleep deprivation usually leaves me a bit cranky but not this week. The experience of the concert and all its artistry refreshed me in ways I don’t fully understand. Picasso’s quote captures it: The concert was something like a baptism or a foot washing. Chick Corea’s spirituality takes a different shape than mine, but when I see him in concert or listen to a few particular albums of his I experience something akin to worship. Maybe it is worship. His music is the union of mathematical precision and joy and interplay that makes me think of the bliss each member of the Trinity has knowing each other.
Those are odd thoughts, I know. My bigger point is that great art purifies and restores us. It is sanctification with a small “s.” We don’t become more Christlike morally, but we share in his creativity, if only for a moment.
I also don’t want to post this but I’ve been living on that ladder and am not feeling well read at the moment. I wonder if this post reads like I’m one of the pretentious brothers from the Fraiser sit-com. But I need a reminder to not take the easiest entertainment options when I give myself downtime. I tend to watch the sitcom instead of view the documentary, read the thriller instead of Steinbeck, and listen to the three minute long hit instead of Miles or Coletrane. There’s nothing wrong with vegging. But I’d got picked up some dust along the way that could use a good washing also.
What do you read or listen to when its time for you to loose yourself in great art?

I’ve been through some seasons of doubt and wondering, but at the end of the day I can’t call myself a skeptic. Personality-wise, I’m more of a Don Quixote, a true believer, evidence-be-damned. I know this isn’t fashionable in some circles. But, if I’m honest with myself, this is who I am.
I’m halfway through a brilliant book, “How to Live Safely in a Science Fiction World’, by Charles Yu. I haven’t read sci-fi since high school. I needed a change of pace in my reading and I stumbled upon this book. I’m glad I did. Without giving away too much the book tells the story of a society filled with people who avoid living real life with the aid of time machines. In Universe 31, many people escape reality by living out the same loop of time, again and again. Or, they pass their time traveling through alternate versions of their realities.





