SUN IN THE WOODS
Painting by Lyn G Reyes 9, and P Reyes 7, with Art Instructor Dr Abe V Rotor
How magnificent it is to capture the sun on canvas, or simply sketch it at sunrise and sunset, and you have captured its cycle for the day; yet you will never tire to paint or draw it again and again in your lifetime, its views never ending, never prosaic, never dull, never monotonous; whatever secret the sun has will remain a mystery - a mystery that gives life, a god to many cultures, a symbol of Omnipotence, and therefore, of reverence to a Great Almighty.
How close can you get to the sun? Ask the astronauts, the migratory birds, or simply its own shadow. Only artists can get the closest, feeling its warmth in colors, but never its fire. They liken gold out of it, make it shimmer on the sea, peep between mountains, make halo for the innocents, shape it like a heart that professes the deepest expression of love. The sun never fails to rise, and when it does, its the lament of the artists. And only they can make it rise again and hang in the sky forever, affirming it with their signatures.
The sun is energy-to-matter converter; move over Newton and Einstein, come over Darwin and Wilson - but neither can put together the fragments of knowledge into a solid harmonious whole. Come Higgs Boson, but your particle is none other than God's Particle, the prima causa of everything in the universe. Here comes a child artist. The pen is mightier than the sword indeed, but the paint brush is even mightier. And how does he tell to the world of energy-to-matter? He paints a leaf, then a tree, and finally a forest. Genius! ~
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