
Even in the most light-soaked cities, at night we still lift our eyes to the sky. The earliest people made art looking to the cosmos, and no scientific knowledge since has diminished the mystery, the urge to gaze on those beacons in the darkness. It’s wonderful how the stars are still wonderful to us, knowing—but not comprehending, not really—the distances their lights have traveled to arrive to us, easing our loneliness and inspiring our awe. In this unimaginably vast supersystem, the stars emanate their light, connecting each other and us in the great celestial conversation: I am here.
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This post is part of MFAH 100, a series featuring works from the collection of the Museum of Fine Arts, Houston, in honor of its 100th birthday. 100 words on 100 works in 100 days.
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Oh, so beautiful. What a Christmas gift. Thank you.
Lovely....This star reminds me of the star my brother-in-law designed and created for our church's annual Boar's Head and Yule Log Festival in Fort Worth. It was so beautiful, processed by the archangel and introducing a night of hope. Thank you....