As an artist, I spend a lot of time looking. I spend a lot of time making marks on a page or canvas, choosing the right colors, trying to convey what it is I see... But even when I do it all correctly, I can be left wanting. The appearance is fine, but it didn't capture the experience, it won't engage the other senses. You won't connect. You won't be transported, or know the subject more fully.
Isn't this true of life? We spend an inordinate amount of time working on appearances- outfits, hair, makeup; and what about doing the right things, saying the right things, fitting in? We spend the first half of our lives trying to be like everyone else, and the second half longing to be known. How are we significant? Did I do enough? Does anyone notice? I am somebody's wife, somebody's mom (which is fantastic) -but does anyone know who I really am?
To know and be known is innate in us all, and no coincidence, the root cause of the fall of man. Adam and Eve wanted to be special, better than God. They craved significance. But think about it: the creator of the universe knows how many hairs are on your head, knows your every thought, knit you together in your mother's womb and loves you more than anyone else possibly could. If that isn't significant, what is?
Maybe He puts my paintings on His refrigerator? hmm