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Show ; Essay on Harry Leith-Ross Picture ! Takes First in Senior High School k jC I Tlu, following essny on the pointing, "The Bridge, of Rocgllec-tion Rocgllec-tion and Rogrot," was written by Hownrd Weight, son of Mr. and ! ,rr, Nolim Weight and was judg- for first phic-o in the senior high fluxu essay contest on "My Favorite Fav-orite rictuVe," in the April Art Pvhibit The painting is by Harry r-.it h-Ross of New Hope, Pa., who Mentnllv will he in Utah this H 'mnmer teaching at the University Of Utah and at the College of y Southern Utah. Ho plans also to i , visit the Springville Art Building and will undoubtedly like to meet the student who so aptly and beautifully described the painting which was part of the April National Na-tional Exhibit. "The Bridge of Recollection and Regret" "A soul, intangible, invisible, and yet the very essence of life itself. A soul, the elusive element which spells the difference between a living, breathing human being, and a cold clammy, lifeless body. And yet the soul, so vital in God's great plan of life, is unable to take with it to the spirit world anything from this mortal life except recollections recol-lections and regrets. "How well the artist has depicted depict-ed this truth in his moody painting. paint-ing. At first glance you see nothing noth-ing but a dark, swirling, eddying mist, the mist of the past, with all its poignant and irrepressible memories. Caught by the magnetism magne-tism of this work of art. one is urged to examine the painting further. fur-ther. Then a bridge becomes visible through the mists, stretching across the center of the scene, supported sup-ported on huge arches. This is the span, the one link, between mortality and immortality; this is the Bridge of Recollection and Regret. Re-gret. Beneath it the black, turbid rivers of time flow steadily, eternally eter-nally onward, pausing for no one and nothing. The mists appear to originate in this never-ending stream. "Through rifts in the swirling mass, one may catch glimpses of a long line of souls, groping their way over the bridge through mists of their own individual memories. Their goal is obvious. Conspicous among the blacks and greys of the painting, one bright touch -of light gleams in the distance. It beckons the stumbling soults ever closer, promising them respite from their long struggle to redeem re-deem themselves, and banish their regrets forever. For eventually, all will emerge from the mists, and stretched before them will be, not a tortuous path of redemption, but an open pathway to eternal life and light. Then recollections alone will remain, with no regrets. "A soul, intangible, invisible, and yet the very essence of life itself. A soul, the one thing in all creation able to span the Bridge of Recollection Recol-lection and Regret." |