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Sometimes, I feel as though there's such a thing as too much thinking. It seems that whenever I'm left alone, I can think of nothing but big life issues and it's really starting to wear on me. Maybe it's my chemicals, the fact that I'm reading mere christianity, going to art school, or all of the above. I'm certainly not saying it's a bad thing. I feel like I'm seeing the world with all it's beauty and ugliness for the first time, and as though I'm seeing Christianity through the eyes of a new Christian. It's overwhelming, and I still have to figure out a balance for depression and joy in their contexts, but I'm being molded...I only hope for the better.
It goes so much deeper than that, but so often when I try to put words to these kinds of thoughts, they deminish into floof. Yes. Floof.
Anyway, on a different note, I love that art has an amazing ability to make the typically unattractive seem beautiful. I don't mean it in the way that an artist can "photoshop" undesirable characteristics, rather, I mean that there's something in the way a painting or sculpture can emphasize the humanity in an "imperfect body". When we see the care an artist put into closely observing and celebrating an otherwise common person, we too are drawn to find the beauty and individuality of that person. In fact, when physical "flaws" are emphasized, it pleases me even more.
Too bad I so often forget to look at live people with the same consideration. It's the same situation, only a different medium...oh and paintings don't hurt me.
Ok, uh sorry for the heavies. This has been a strange week.
Oh. Also, yesterday i went on a fundraising walk for the children in Uganda who have to constantly fear the horribly cruel pursuits of the rebels, who force them to become soldiers. It's so so so terrible and sad. Please check out www.invisiblechildren.com. I can't stop thinking about what I would do if my brothers or nephew were in this situation and I would want to be on a plane on my way there to help. Why wouldn't I do the same for these children?
Until next time, have a roommate that fell down two flights of stairs when she tried to slide down the railing. I do.
It goes so much deeper than that, but so often when I try to put words to these kinds of thoughts, they deminish into floof. Yes. Floof.
Anyway, on a different note, I love that art has an amazing ability to make the typically unattractive seem beautiful. I don't mean it in the way that an artist can "photoshop" undesirable characteristics, rather, I mean that there's something in the way a painting or sculpture can emphasize the humanity in an "imperfect body". When we see the care an artist put into closely observing and celebrating an otherwise common person, we too are drawn to find the beauty and individuality of that person. In fact, when physical "flaws" are emphasized, it pleases me even more.
Too bad I so often forget to look at live people with the same consideration. It's the same situation, only a different medium...oh and paintings don't hurt me.
Ok, uh sorry for the heavies. This has been a strange week.
Oh. Also, yesterday i went on a fundraising walk for the children in Uganda who have to constantly fear the horribly cruel pursuits of the rebels, who force them to become soldiers. It's so so so terrible and sad. Please check out www.invisiblechildren.com. I can't stop thinking about what I would do if my brothers or nephew were in this situation and I would want to be on a plane on my way there to help. Why wouldn't I do the same for these children?
Until next time, have a roommate that fell down two flights of stairs when she tried to slide down the railing. I do.