I am tired every day and it is wonderful.
My father is an artist and for years his second job was teaching art at the Fleischer School in Philadelphia. He taught sculpture for a few years and got me into that class... I did a bust of a saint for my final project, and it was cracked and miserable. I am not a sculptor* and my father, who is a good artist and teacher, is still only a mediocre sculptor.
Bernini and his father worked together; remembering the terrible sculpture I made only made the Galleria Borghese more astounding.
Seeing the huge building and grounds, the furniture that seems as priceless as any Caravaggio, the walls that are just as beautiful as the Raphael works hanging on them... It's easy to understand how people view the Church as greedy. In the modern world, money is an ultimate end, but as soon as the Church has money greed is the ultimate corruption.
A few of us have expressed that we think living austere and contemplative lives is the best pursuit. I still think that it is, spiritually, but in terms of culture and civilization... There needs to be a foundation, and security, and tools. Money is a tool. The reason art has fallen from what it was is there isn't anyone using that tool for beauty. If that makes sense.
* I originally wrote "sculpture" here; "I am not a sculpture."
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