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God stretched out the heavens, stippling the night with impressionistic stars. He set the sun to the rhythm of the day, the moon to the rhythm of the month, the seasons to the rhythm of the year. He blew wind through reedy marshes and beat drums of distant thunder. He formed a likeness of Himself from a lump of clay and into it breathed life. He crafted a counterpart to complete the likeness, joining the two halves and placing them center stage in His creation where there was a temptation and a fall, a great loss and a great hiding. God searched for the hiding couple, reaching to pick them up, dust them off, draw them near. Though they hardly knew it at the time. After them, He searched for their children and for their children's children. And afterward wrote stories of His search.
In doing all this, God gave us art, music, sculpture, drama, and literature. He gave them as footpaths to lead us out of our hiding places and as signposts to lead us along in our search for what was lost.
Shaped from something of earth and something of heaven, we were torn between two worlds. A part of us wanted to hide. A part of us wanted to search. With half-remembered words still legible in our hearts and faintly sketched images still visible in our souls, some of us stepped out of hiding and started our search.
Though we hardly knew where to look.
We painted to see if what was lost was in the picture. We composed to hear if what was lost was in the music. We sculpted to find if what was lost was in the stone. We wrote to discover if what was lost was in the story.
Through art and music and stories we searched for what was missing from our lives.
Though at times we hardly knew it.
Though at times we could hardly keep from knowing it.
The German poet Rilke tells of one of those times in a fable where the sculpting hands of Michelangelo "tore at the stone as at a grave, in which a faint dying voice is flickering. 'Michelangelo,' cried God in dread, 'who is in the stone?' Michelangelo listened; his hands were trembling. Then he answered in a muffled voice: 'Thou, my God, who else? But I cannot reach Thee.'"
We reach for God in many ways. Through our sculptures and our scriptures. Through our picture and our prayers. Through our writing and our worship. And through them He reaches for us.
His search begins with something said. Ours begins with something heard. His begins with something shown. Ours, with something seen. Our search for God and His search for us meet at the windows in our every day experience.
These are the windows of the soul.
- Ken Gire |
MISSION
Harmony School of Creative Arts exists to cultivate the God-given artistic talents of the Highland Lakes community with exceptional education in a loving and nurturing environment.
VISION
Harmony School of Creative Arts nurtures and guides the artistic talents of Hill Country residents. Students of all ages and backgrounds are provided instruction and various avenues of participation in the visual and performing arts. These activities enable each of us to discover our God-given talents and to express ourselves creatively throughout the community.
BOARD OF DIRECTORS
| Melinda Kirkpatrick |
President |
| Jeff Brady |
Vice-president |
| Cathleen Barker |
Secretary |
| Carl Spinner |
Treasurer |
| Barbara Bend |
Founder/Executive Director |
| Art Johnson |
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| Dr. Connie Lavoie |
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Office Staff
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Leslie Walzel
Registrar
leslie@harmonyarts.org |
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Terri Sellers
Communications
terri@harmonyarts.org |
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Cody Summerville
Administrative Assistant
cody@harmonyarts.org |
NOTES FROM THE EXECUTIVE DIRECTOR
Every time I pause to reflect on the history of HSCA, I never cease to be amazed at the ways we’ve grown and at the accompanying provision from God’s hand. People often ask me how we began—and the answer is that God laid on my heart the vision of a music school way back in 1986. But it wasn’t until the late 1990’s that the pieces to the puzzle that would become Harmony School came into focus.
We now have completed seven years of steady and sometimes explosive growth, our steps of faith balanced with wonderful community support. From our humble beginnings in Anchor of Hope church to our current packed facility on Mormon Mill Road, hundreds of Highland Lakes residents have pursued their artistic passions, practiced discipline, and enjoyed the satisfaction of achievement.
Barbara Bend
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