I was really hoping to see this collection by Avedon, but guess we'll have to make a trip to Tucson to see it. I love how Christy described him, "He takes the pretense out of people." His portrait of Picasso's children was probably my favorite of the exhibit. Or maybe the one with the elephants. Or his fashion photography... It was all sickeningly amazing.
Also got a surprise treat: a quickie art tour by a docent who happened to love Donald Judd as much as I do.
Am now making plans to spend Tuesday nights at the museum and at Lux, drinking the valley's best coffee. Sigh.
(Can you match the shoes with the wearers?)
One reason for a lack of reality and excitement about the Christian life is due to a lack of imagination. When our imaginations are not engaged or fall dormant, our faith will begin to die. God is there, and this is not a mere matter of analysis or feeling and neither are the goal. Being in community with God, as unfolding through imagination, should be the end of the pursuit of truth.
Dr. Gregory J. Laughery
[from the L'Abri blog]
Knitting club is finally happening! After reading Knitting for Peace, I've been inspired for quite some time to start knitting for social justice reasons. And now inspiration is turning into action. Care to join us on the first and third Saturday? There'll be muffins...
More information here.
Come watch Helvetica on Final Friday!
He sat by the window, hands in his lap. Alone.
A single cup of coffee on the table. Alone.
He raised his eyes in desperation, hoping to meet the eyes of someone who would understand.
A 2008 project for myself is to develop my creative writing more. I'm carrying around my Field Notes, trying to make a new habit to write ideas down immediately. It's a new kind of spontaneity for me, especially since words don't come easily to me. Despite being deeply moved by unexpected sights, I have a rather unfortunate ability to forget them just as quickly as they come. It must be penned immediately, otherwise the idea resides with lost items on my to-do list. [This one was written on the back of a receipt. I wish I had said hello, but was too shy and try to make a point in not engaging the people I write about.]