If you are out to describe the truth, leave elegance to the tailor.
- Albert Einstein

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

...sorry!

It's been a while. 


I've read those bloggers who have full time jobs,
plan weddings,
have social lives and take super awesome pictures of them,
and blog regularly.
and i am in awe. 


basically,
i think i needed to crash for a little bit. 


Greg and I are trying to get our apartment ready for when we move in
after the honeymoon, 
and so like 75% of my stuff is there,
and I don't have a key yet.
[really smart, I know.]


so... the camera is in the apartment, 
and Greg is out of state.


woops.


words are good too, right?

ready or not, here's what's on my mind. 


Before I left school for the summer, I had a conversation with a beautiful friend
about beauty, and it's connection with faith
Something she had read about was that a particular word in Scripture
was mostly translated "good" but could in many cases be translated "beautiful."

kalos.

Let us not lose heart in doing the beautiful,
for in due time we will reap if we do not grow weary.
Galatians 6:9


In all the mundane things of my summer,
the plant watering, 
the coaching, the reading for school,
the planning details of the wedding,
I don't want to lose heart in doing what is beautiful.


I don't want to grow weary of doing things that point towards
redemption and joy and peace,
and it's easy to grow weary when I'm not firmly connected
to the source of all that is beautiful and life-giving.





Tuesday, May 8, 2012

scrolling.


here's an article of mine that just got published in our newspaper.
if you look at this and go, "Woah, not reading all that."

I'll be back with pretty pictures soon, promise. 


I wrote this article after a day in Chelsea to visit the galleries 
with two of my dearest friends.
Just a little reflection.
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Art and Tumblr (and Life?)

Disclaimer: This is not a manifesto against a blogging site that allows people to catalog images, thoughts, and various other gems that they find inspiring, beautiful and self expressive.  This is also most definitely not a manifesto against art via various physical mediums.  This is a call to creativity beyond a canvas, beyond a camera, and beyond instruments.  This is a call to live life as a catalog of inspiring moments.  This is a call to choices that we feel express us well- especially as children of the living God, redeemed and new people.

In recent months, I have discovered tumblr, a blogging engine that provides its users the ability to quickly assemble defining collages.  Sometimes these blogs are about something specific- an actress idolized, a certain PBU professor quoted, a specific flower even.  More often though, I find that these blogs are used to create a picture of an ideal life. Greater than the sum of their parts, these tumblrs describe with the click of their “curator’s” mouse the life their users wish they had.  Glamorous, preppy, rebellious and free, there is a tumblr for all kinds of aspiration. 

While I’m positive that not all tumblr users find themselves immersed in the cyber-sea of floating images and ideas 24/7, it is remarkably addictive.  I don’t have one, and while some sites abuse their free reign of internet space, there are some very beautiful blogs that are hard to stop scrolling through.  I’ve been thinking though, about how tumblr users (and other bloggers) choose the images and selections to define them.  It’s expressive of who they are. It’s immediately visible and constantly changing, fast paced and quickly visually gratifying.  For many people it’s piecing together, picture by picture, song by song, quote by quote, who they want to be.

On a related note, (and it is related, bear with me) I’ve been thinking about something Mako Fujimura said on his most recent visit to PBU about finding one’s medium as an artist.  Can people without typical artistic abilities like drawing, writing poetry, and beautiful voices create art? Can scientists and history teachers and people who think math is riveting create pieces which inspire and reveal the depth of the human experience to others in new ways?

I think tumblr is a good metaphor with which to answer these questions.  If we collect images and quotes and inspiration to place on an online bulletin board, can’t we collect choices and experiences and value and place them on the canvas of our lives? And any cyber-inspiration board should pale in comparison to the lives we choose to live.  As people with an eternal and ultimate purpose, the ever mutating picture our lives cast should point to a living God.

We all have the ability to create pieces of art which inspire, which call others to big and deep questions, which shed light on truth and life.  The choices that we make and the experiences that we have can layer on the canvases of our lives to create a complex, multidimensional masterpiece that points to the glory of Christ, much like Fujimura’s work.  We must seek to enjoy scripture, intellectual pursuit, creative outlets, and relationships in a very intentional way.  We must be present in our lives. 

Brothers and sisters, we must curate the galleries, paint the canvases, and choose for the tumblrs of our lives in a way that glorifies God and enjoys the abundant life he gives. 

Monday, May 7, 2012

my mom

today is always a tough day for me.
read more about why here.


my mom was not perfect,
and our relationship wasn't either.

but my mom was beautiful-
glamorous and sophisticated-
and I borrowed her clothes, even in middle school. 
I still wear clothes of hers,
and without fail, they always garner compliments.

my mom was fun-
singing and dancing while we cleaned 
or decorated the house for Christmas,
she brought black and white cookies when she picked 
my friends and I up from school
and sang in operatic voice to the Beatles on the radio.

my mom was kind-
I remember coming home distraught in first or second grade,
when everyone had picked a best friend in class
and marked each other with a colored marker,
and noone picked me.
my mom got the magic markers immediately, 
let me pick the color
and marked me on the spot. 

my mom was polite-
it sounds stuffy, but it's not.
my mom taught me that good manners exist to make people feel 
cared about, thought about.
that thank you notes are important,
that honoring commitments says something about your integrity.

my mom knew and loved and trusted Jesus-
I'm so grateful I got to see that.
I'm so grateful I can be confident in that.
I so wish we could talk about it now.


i miss her, and today's a tough day.

Sunday, May 6, 2012

packing up




it's a weird feeling.

packing up all the things that made your apartment feel like your home for 9 months.

thank goodness grace is here to help.
[otherwise I wouldn't take paintings down until 3 minutes before I had to leave.]

to relieve the stress of move out/the impending finals week,
Grace and I played some scrabble slam.

I highly recommend it.


happy Sunday!

Saturday, May 5, 2012

obligatory



obligatory webcam picture from grace's visit this weekend.

we're about to take my weird, old, broken futon to the dump.


yeah, I know how to show Grace a good time. 


best sister award?