“When we are without art, we are a diminished people – myopic, unlearned and cruel.” Dave Eggers, N.Y.Times
“We Carry the Fire”
The “We” pertains to the builders of culture, the artists, the musicians, writers, actors, painters, and poets of our time.
The verse is taken from the Cormac McCarthy novel “The Road”. In the story a father and son are walking through a post apocalyptic land trying to reach the coast and supposedly some form of civilization while eluding the dredges of mankind who have taken to hunting and eating whatever and whoever they capture. The father instills in his son that they “carry the fire”. It’s never explains what he means by this but you know by the father’s sense of character that they are carrying all that is good and what can be saved of the advancement of human endeavor.
What I see as the fire is the passion and dedication that artists commit to their work and their lives.
As a culture we are a work in progress, ever evolving and redefining the human potential.
Art is energy shaped by intelligence, spirit, and will. This energy is generated in the land of our ancestors, where the stream of existence flows. We are fed by this. We carry the fire.
All artists drink from the same pool, the sweet waters of this life force, as each creation marks a celebration of the journey. We travel to the pool to look upon the waters of inspiration, the footprints of those who have traveled before guide us. We learn from their works; the haunting rhythm of their instruments move us, their scribbled pages, the songs of our history, the painted sunflowers with the radiance of the sun.
We go there to return with the gift. We bring with us the light from the pool to share, to hang on the wall, to sing in the concert halls and the streets, stacking the shelves with pages of light, leaping through the air to dance with it, drawing the bow across its strings, banging on the drum of it all day.