Thin and wooden. I respect Ryken and his heart is in the right place, but the only stirring passages in this book are the quotes from others.
A few thoughts:
- He opens with a depiction of the misunderstood artist, labouring unrecognised. It's a trope that can be true, but neglects many forms of art that are financially stable (from animation, game design, and film scores, to traditional crafts of all sorts). I'd have loved the table to be set for all creatives.
- He struggles to hang abstract art on anything (he mentions fabric and the shape of the rooms in the tabernacle?) We serve the God of sunsets, cloudscapes, wave, and wind. The God who gives us dreams. And the God who hangs each tree with ten thousand variations of line and colour. Our world overflows with abstract art.
- He claims beauty as a necessary component of Christian art, and then struggles to make a place for depictions of ugliness. And he fails to ground his claim on anything.
- There's an unnecessary us/them-ing in the book, re secular vs Christian arts. Makes the whole thing feel small, cramped, and lacking in love for lost image bearers. I wish he'd gone the Schaeffer route and seen dialog as vital.
- Despite maintaining that the purpose of art as bigger than evangelism, the frame of the book shoehorns art back into the Gospel as narrowly the cross.
- I love that he wants to return art to the high calling of glorifying God, but his chapter on the subject was soulless and mechanistic. I felt like I was in an austere Pressie church, under the heavy yoke of the regulative principle. The wonder of your 4yo son holding up his drawing as a gift, that should be the overflowing joy of doing art for God's glory. "Look Dad, I made this for you!"
I'd love a re-write of this book, doing a 'creativity' line edit to inject each sentence with life and soul.