If I’ve shared this already, forgive me…
A while back I saw a story about an artist, and I was brought to tears of joy. Apparently, Scotland has a Secret Sculptor who’s leaving works of art – made from books – spread around in public places. The pieces are left discretely, secretly and anonymously. As of today, the sculptor’s identity is still unknown.
These acts move me in so many ways. I love the fact that these works of art are gifts. (And make no mistake – these gifts are work. Look at the detail!) I love the beauty of each piece. So intricate, so lovely. I love the fact that the artist has thus far chosen to remain anonymous. Who would do that? In today’s world, everyone seems so desperate for attention. We’d lop off our little piggy toes if we thought we’d end up with an opportunity to squeal on television. And yet, here’s a person who’s actually worthy of attention, and not yet seeking it. I’m amazed. I’m touched. And I’m humbled.
The link above will take you to a BBC piece on this artist’s beautiful gifts. It’s just over 4 minutes long, and oh-so worth it. After watching, let me know what you think!