But there’s another implication, which is not necessarily mutually exclusive. Kandinsky’s image could suggest a sort of claustrophobic finitude: Instead of spirit animating and brimming from matter, what if, sometimes, it is trapped within it? Many writers have written about the liberating experience of great art, but what if we are not the only ones being freed? “The feeling remains,” wrote Teresa of Ávila, “that God is on the journey too.”
