Book Thoughts: God in the Gallery by Daniel Seidell

God in the Gallery by Daniel Siedell is from the perspective of an art curator. It focuses on visual art, but its thesis works on all mediums.

Siedell examines art first for what it says about itself, then interacts with that as a Christian (rather than imposing our theologies and perspectives on the artwork). But he also allows that the meaning of a particular piece may transcend the intention of the artist. In fact, he derives his thesis from Paul’s Mars Hill speech. Some may see a contradiction in this (allowing the art to speak for itself v. seeing our meanings apart from the intention of the artist), but I believe both aspects work together.

Enrique Martinez Celaya

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The book isn’t written about the practice of art but the evaluation of. Specifically, it argues that instead of broadscale rejection of modern and contemporary art (as many evangelicals tend to do or have done in the past several decades), we need to interact with it for this art has much to say that is spiritually and religiously affirming. Unfortunately, in this area, most of his audience probably wouldn’t pick up the book.

Regarding art criticism: Siedell says it is its own form of art as it interacts with the work. It is the art form of those who have been moved and shaped by art. Compare this with book criticism and the current debates on this of who should be writing book reviews: it may be good to get educated literary perspectives, but if books shape you, whether or not you have a degree and training, don’t you have the right to share your interaction on blogs, Amazon, etc? Most of the time, someone who is trained (whether formally or informally) will have more insights, a deeper perspective and appreciation as to the craft. Also, this person will (hopefully) be able take the discussion to a deeper level re: how the book views the world. And we should be striving for this. We shouldn’t allow ourselves simple amusement that doesn’t interact with the craft and themes and ideas of the book. But if you are interacting, though you may not have reached some official position, shouldn’t you be allowed to publish these thoughts? (See also article in Guardian: Is there room for digression in a book review?)

Regarding the term "Christian art": the term marinalizes art. It no longer interacts with the world because it has been created by and for Christians, or, at the least, is perceived so. I agree with this, but I also want to think about the implications: does this mean we shouldn’t have Christian publishers? Christian patrons? Does this mean that we shouldn’t create art for the church? 

Can there not be Christians who create art for the church but also to interact with the world? Can that be the same person or does "branding" not allow that? Further, can that be the same work of art?

Siedell speaks to that in part. He argues that there is art created for the church (namely icons that aid prayer) and a different sort of art created for the world (for museums, galleries, etc.): "The church, with its liturgical practice, is most definitely not the place to incorporate art that forces the worshiper to ‘ask tough questions,’ ‘challenge previously held beliefs,’ and so on. Those are absolutely important practices, but not in liturgy."

I don’t agree. To be fair, Siedell doesn’t believe that the church stymies imagination but can inspire the imagination, especially through engagement with Nicene theology. But I don’t like this separation of art for the church and art for the world. First, in our teaching (sermons, Bible studies, Sunday schools, small groups), we "ask tough questions" and "challenge previously held beliefs," so why not in our art in the church? Second, if drawing into the church encourages and prepares us to go out into the world, why should we compartmentalize aspects of our life? Shouldn’t it all flow together.

(I want to note that in addition to stimulating the imagination, Siedell also believes the church can patron the arts and should, not just through funding, but through training the artist spiritually. I wholeheartedly agree with this.)

I allow that there’s an expectation level. You don’t want to shock the worshiper so that they can’t worship. This requires discernment, gentleness, and education. I’ll also allow that not every bit of art is appropriate because it may not be an art that a particular culture engages in. Sometimes this should be challenged, but sometimes it is in line with contextualization. But art that a culture engages in as part of their everyday lives is fair game.

I thoroughly enjoyed this book, especially as some of the artists of whom Siedell spoke I’d recently seen at an exhibit. I highly recommend this book for anyone interested in engaging in the arts and evaluating how the Christian Church and theology can contribute in healthy dialogue.

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What's on My Nightstand–March

It’s that time of the month again (and I don’t mean the time that makes all men retreat in fear [as they well should if it were that time]).

This month’s round-up of my nightstand.

(You know, this exercise is good for clearing out the old from my headboard.)

I read so many brilliant books this month. They deserve their own treatments, so I’ll give you hints of what is to come. Oddly, the fiction I read the past couple weeks reflect much the same question: what is home?

1. Bridge of Sighs by Richard Russo: I couldn’t drag this one out as long as I would’ve liked to. I told myself to put the book down, leave some for tomorrow, but alas. I don’t listen so well. In his epic style, Russo follows the lives of three classmates through 50 years, examining choices v. destiny. More on this later.

2. Home by Marilynne Robinson: Glory and Jack have returned to their childhood home, Glory to care for her ailing father (mixed with a good measure of retreating from lost love and disappointment), Jack to escapes his debts and a lifestyle in and out of jail. Home is not a retelling of the prodigal son; it picks up where the Bible left off. How do you knit these familial relationships together again? How do you forgive? Can love redeem? And what is the nature of home? Robinson’s characters develop through subtlety and small movements, and meaning is revealed in layers. The richness of her writing lends the sacred to the ordinary. The beauty of Robinson’s deep and
overt theological conversations is not that they set forth a particular belief
but allow the reader to work through these difficult issues with the characters
and, indeed, with the author.

3. Home Another Way by Christa Parrish: I finished this book last night. This debut novel is the story of city-girl Sarah Graham, who broke and with no where else to go, agrees to stay in a small, off-the-map (literally) mountain town for six months in order to claim her inheritance from her estranged father. While there, the story of her father unfolds, and the townspeople work their love over Sarah. 

Parrish’s style is similar to Charles Martin’s: beautiful word pictures, prose traipsing like a stream. I wouldn’t describe it as lush in the Victorian-adorned sort of way, but its beauty is more like fine dark chocolate than M&Ms. 

About half-way through, I thought I knew the end of the story. I was pleased to discover I didn’t. No spoilers here, but the ending was gorgeous and exactly what it needed to be.

Parrish structures the story around the winter and spring seasons, the inward awakening paralleling the spring awakening, and she references the Jonah story–God’s child running away and spending time in the belly repenting.

As an extra treat, Sarah is a violin player. Her interaction and relationship with music echoed my own: raw and vulnerable when alone, stilted and distant in performance. Music is a way she works through her emotions.

The only weakness was the myriad of point-of-views. It wasn’t confusing, but several of them were superfluous (including Memory’s, Maggie’s, and probably even Beth’s). Further, outside of Memory’s POV, the others didn’t have their own voice.

I must admit, I stayed up until three a.m. last night (or this morning) finishing the book. You konw the drill: one more chapter. Christa Parrish is a strong writer, and I look forward to more of her writing.

4. God in the Gallery: A Christian Embrace of Modern Art (Cultural Exegesis) by Daniel Siedell: This is one of those books that I like to read slowly, stopping every chapter (which are more like separate essays) to consider the author’s point. Currently, I’m reading the chapter about art criticism. Coming from the world of music criticism in my past life, while the specifics are different, the debates are the same.

5. Parting the Waters: Finding Beauty in Brokenness by Jeanne Damoff: I’m ashamed to say this, but I’ve been putting off reading this book for over a month (sorry, Jeanne!). I know it will be a book that will Play Doh my emotions. But this is the next book, to be started tonight, I expect.

6. The Book Thief by Marcus Zusak: This is my current audio book. I’m coming to the end of this. The POV is brilliant: the story is given through the eyes of death, a much more kind-hearted fellow than the Grim Reaper. Death retells the story of Liesel Meminger as he reads her account of it. He offers asides, such as times he encountered her in his collections or flash forwards to the deaths of a certain character. It combines an omniscient POV with limited in a new way, stealing the strengths of each. Set during WWII in a small German town, it follows Liesel and a small cast of characters: her neighbor and best friend, Rudy, her foster parents, and the Jewish refugee in her basement, Max. Not only a new story, it gives a fresh perspective on the time period. Zusak doesn’t hide from the atrocities, but neither does he exploit them, but tells the story of Liesel, one girl during this time.

While the reading on the audio book is beautifully done, I think I’d prefer to read this because of Zusak’s phrasing, which I’d like to linger over.

7. So Brave, Young and Handsome: A Novel by Leif Enger: This is up next for my local book club, and I’m looking forward to reading it.




On Christianity in Structure

"What the artist has developed . . . is a telos that is less explicitly religious in its subject matter but more profoundly religious in its structure, a structure that not only pervades his subsequent work but underwrites his behavior as an artist and human being, guiding his thoughts, words, and deeds."

- Daniel Siedell, God in the Gallery, p. 58

I’m currently reading this book, and in Siedell’s analagy of a painting called Thing and Discovery by Enrique Martinez Celaya, Siedell made this observation. Yes! I said out loud (yes, I actually said it out loud, though no one was near to hear me).

CBA books are considered Christian or not by their content: Is the book about a Christian or about someone wrestling with Christianity? And this is legitimate. But so many of us want something more, something deeper. Many times, my writing is not about a Christian or about someone confronting the ideas of Christianity, but Christianity undergirds the structure of the story itself.

Which leaves me with the question: Does CBA have a place for this kind of writing?

Side note: I’m off to a retreat this weekend. I’ll be teaching a session on film called Popcorn Theology: Seeing God’s Beauty at the Movies.