I'll come up with a title later...

Okay, so I was supposed to start doing some homework this week that is due in the upcoming month. I figured that I had spring break, and not too many people would be home this week, what with my siblings still in school and both my parents working all week. Then why have I yet to read a single sentence of the book that I am supposed to read by next Wednesday? Why have I done no research for the extremely difficult exegesis paper that I have to write about a passage in John that I haven't even chosen yet? Oh, and it's due in like two weeks! I'm starting to realize how much of a procrastinator I really am. I have been by myself (with the exception of my sister, who has been too sick to be around much anyway) and have yet to take the initiative to do what I really need to do. It seems the only things I make a priority for in my life are the plethora of television shows that I "have" to keep up with (don't get me started) and the occasional book I read for fun, most of which are fiction. I mean, I'm going to graduate next year, and I haven't developed the basic habits that I think make an adult successful, like initiative, or not waiting until the last minute to do something I've had three months to do. Ok, I'm done now.

Anyways I'm at home right now, which is nice. It's really weird to be at home when you're in college. It feels like it always has, I mean it hasn't really changed all that much, but it's completely different at the same time. It's like I'm a visitor, which I guess in all literal appearances I am. But at the same time, as weird as it is to think that I don't really live here anymore, it's a good thing. I can't imagine living with my whole family anymore, and I'm sure they can't imagine living with me. It's a part of growing up, I guess, I'm just hoping not to become one of those 27-year-olds who still live in their parents' basement, living the "freed" life of a non-committal, narcissistic bachelor. Ok, that sounded a bit harsh, but I worry about these things, ok?

Now for art! Or at least my approximation of it. Today I give you one of my first photos I turned in for my open critiques. I haven't given it a title, but it's one of my favorites.
I took this during the big ice storm we had this January. My mom seems to think that I caught the image right as the tree branch was falling down, although that's not true. The more I take of these art classes, the more I realize that a lot of art is bs. I mean, you may intend for your art to represent a thought that you have, but when push comes to shove and you're trying to sell the piece or get a good grade, you'll let anyone's interpretation fly as long as it benefits you. Maybe not all artists are this way, but it seems like a lot at least let this happen. I'm sounding cynical again, but I'm really not. I'm ok with anyone saying what they think that my photo means, it still means the same to me.

I'm kind of finding a lot of religious tones through art. I've always been able to feel God asthetically, especially when I'm outside. I look at something that has been created, and just see its intricacy. Take a leaf for instance, all the veins that are capable to be seen through it, its color, its aroma. Every leaf, I've heard, can also be made into a fractal of some sort. That's just amazing, and seems to indicate to me a design purpose behind it. The Designer made all of this to be observed, so I guess that's why I love art. Art glorifies God's creative streak. I mean, he made everything, so he has to have a pretty good imagination. Photography is just the means that I use to show how beautiful everything is to me. Even the saddest image is glorifying the brilliance of God, who created it all. I mean, all emotion are brilliant if you think about it. We don't like to feel sad, but would we be fully human if we didn't? We're created in the image of God, so he must have these feelings as well. Only more so. God's sadness is perfect sadness, which is a weird concept to think about. But it's sublime to think that I can feel, that I have love and can love. I wouldn't have it any other way. And art shows that.

I couldn't think of a title for this post. It's a little appropriate to my indecisive and procrastinating nature. But I'm also trying to find a title that God has given me. I'm in the middle of life, and I'm trying to figure out what I want to do with it. But I guess I'm really looking for a title. I could go for the titles people bestow upon me, but I want the perfect title. In the end, that's the one the Designer gives to me, and he's already chosen it. I just have to look for the tones in the art of life, and I'll come up with the title later...as I draw closer to the artist.