Well, here goes round 2 for the blog attempt.
I looked over the one I started a couple of years ago and really enjoyed reading about my first experiences in Italy. Because I am terrible at journaling, I rarely get to experience the nostalgic pleasure that comes from reading about past experiences and memories. For me, past experiences are not just learning opportunities or memories; they are opportunities to see the way God has been faithful to his promise to hold my right hand and guide my steps with his counsel. They also serve as opportunities in which I can see that he has been faithful to his promise of bringing glory to himself and giving me the blessing of being part of a bigger picture of redemption.
So why irony and obelisks? Well, I love irony. My sense of humor is ironic and sarcastic. I find beauty in and am fascinated by irony in every area of life: whether in literature or art, unusual situations or the complexities of the human mind. Irony and paradox mark the life I have been set free to live. They allow me to walk though life with one hand closed -- holding fast to the truth that defines me -- and one hand open -- living vulnerably and in full surrender.
An artistic friend of mine who was looking at my photography noticed that I structure almost every shot in some form of an obelisk shape. I apparently love thirds and the structure that the flowing obelisk brings. To me it shows movement and the uniting of different elements or paradoxes. What I am naturally drawn to create demonstrates the beauty I find in movement, flow, change, transformation, and paradox. I think it is fascinating how our view of life can be even subconsciously manifested in art.
So here's to a second attempt to record a hand held and steps guided right back to Italy.
