Enjoy the past comments below for Awe…
I recently experienced a three hour episode of goose-bumps upon wandering The Stadel, Frankfurt. Not only was I surprised at my reaction (yes, I admit to be a jaded old-er artist) but that I was thrilled by the Art collection, and equally the new architecture. Nothing like looking at art through the play of natural light – in a basement!
I know I felt that “awe” feeling when approaching Bryce Canyon for the first time. Walking up to the edge and seeing what lies before you is the closest thing to really feeling what awe is for me! I loved listening to other people walking up and seeing the canyon for the first time. “Oh my God!” had to be the most universal reaction!
I was awed standing at the Lake O’Hara’s Sargent spot, completely mesmerized by its magnificence. There was a young woman taking the scene in with her digital thingy. As we moved on, I took a look at her screen to see the scene once more. Imagine my shock when I realized that she was running a mirror app, checking out her very cute touque I guess.
Yes, I often get this feeling of being on a higher plane. We are so fortunate to have access to wonderful TV documentaries. I never cease to wonder at what humans can achieve with their cameras. The universe is very queer and even queerer than we think it’s queer and so is our world.
The ‘AWE’ factor is so amazing if one is lucky enough to experience it in their lives.I recall some years ago when I was on a trip to Paris and my first visit to the L’ouvre. I had been studying art history at a local college, and had loved the period of the Impressionists …amazing ! When I walked into the room where all the Impressionist work was hanging I dissolved into tears of absolute joy and wonderment. What a memorable moment for me. I will never forget it.
i recall the first time i felt this, not knowing what it was, when i saw the ecsatsy of st theresa.i can easily go back there, recalling how everthing around me fell away and wondering what in the world was happening to me/what in the world could i be seeing do i sound like bodhidave?
I experienced this awe in the National Gallery in Washington, DC when I walked into the room with 6 or 8 monumental landscapes. I walked to the center of the room, opened my eyes, slowly turned around and burst into tears.
I am so grateful for sharpening of senses ……………..
I have visited the Academy in Florence, Italy four times. Every time I see Michaelangelo’s David, I cry. Standing in line before entering the building the last time I visited, I swore to myself that I would not cry.It didn’t work. I cried like a baby.
I felt that awe, that breathlessness in the presence of perfect art. It was Michaelangelo’s Pieta in St. Peter’s in Rome. Then there was my first visit to the MOMA in New York. Both were many years ago, yet it feels like it was just this morning when I think of it. Thank you for reminding me of these awe moments.
Notre Dame in Paris: we toured the cathedral on a Tuesday, midday, and I was enthralled. I can’t adequately describe the beauty of this place.We were about to leave and I saw a notice on the kiosk window inside announcing monks would perform Gregorian chants on Thursday night. Had to go, and bought tickets. We thought we had plenty of time to get from our hotel on the Metro to the cathedral. We ran two blocks and turned the corner exactly at the time the performance was to start. We saw a long line and I was crushed. I thought we missed it. My daughter said, “Come on.” She ran up to a 5′ security fence and demanded we be admitted. The guard shook his head and pointed to his watch. She shook the tickets in his face and raised her voice. He argued, she argued, then he finally shrugged and admitted us. I told her later, “I guess you really can speak French if you won an argument with a Frenchman.” Still breathless from running we took our seats in front of one nave and immediately heard voices singing. Listening, it sounded like a whole choir. Soon, eight monks strode quietly, singing from one side of the cathedral and then stood in front of a lighted statue and sang chants for over an hour. The acoustics were so perfect their voices had natural volume with no echo whatsoever. At that moment I realized the passion people have for Notre Dame. I felt the effort of people of faith trying to manifest the grandeur of God in one edifice – it was in the dramatic light that fell upon the statuary, the coolness of the interior, the stained glass, the architecture, the beauty of the voices … almost overwhelming.
Last year, my husband and I visited Paris. It was the first time he had traveled abroad. I having been there at age of 16 wanted to experience it again at 70. He had of course watched many Rick Steves programs; but when we took our first walk in Paris to the Louvre and its environs, he stood there and slowly took it all in as he turned slowly. Then, he said: Is this all the Louvre? I had never imagined it was so vast. The next day we went inside and spent the whole day moving from room to room and painting to painting. Having studied art history extensively, i could direct him to the important works and to the paintings which I though would interest him. I’m so glad we had that time together. Hopefully, our next stop is Amsterdam.
Every day I awaken to the feeling that we who are living on this earth, particularly in the countryside in good circumstances, are blessed. And when I enter into my little downs studio I feel that we artists are particularly blessed. (Sussex by the Sea)
The study and appreciation of extraordinary Nature cannot help but bring out the best that humanity might finally offer the world.
Having seen many documentaries and pictures of it, nothing prepared me for my first sight of Machu Pichu as it appeared through the mists of early dawn when the rising sun lit the mountain side. It was such a spiritual experience that I just burst into tears in wonder and awe at this man made creation.
40 years ago looking up at the Sistine Chapel ceiling, my hands began to burn, my guidebook fell to the floor. The guards must have a field day watching us.
Oh the AWE! Ave awe! The more i paint the more ability to percieve beauty, art, music, poetry grows and the more i want to create! It is the journey to the higher self, it is spiritual, it is a path. It is the essence of humanity! Everything else is uncivilized! Hallelujah! Let’s teach everybody to see and feel it!
Awe for me is triggered most often by something in nature or small children or the elderly. Innocence at it’s best!
acrylic painting, 22 x 33 inches by John Burk, Newport, RI, USA
Love your painting; I almost hear your music.