I went for a drive the other day to drop off some digital files for society t-shirts. As is often my fortune I got held back into the wrong lane of a busy six aisle stretch of pavement and had to make a right turn only to turn around again and get back into the shuffle.
The place where I turned around was what looked like a regular wide roofed business, but it wasn't. I really didn't get a good look at it until I was in the empty parking lot. The neon paper cut out sign on a boat trailer by the road said the establishment was once a metal working shop. The windows hid a great black nothing behind their curtainless panes. The brick didn't show any age. The structure was empty and forgotten. Its only two patrons were junky cars boasting residential phone numbers in their windshields. I don't know why it intrigued me so much. It was a place of utter desolation — not that it was destroyed — but nothing, it seemed, could ever survive there.
I felt inspired to write some kind of free verse poem about it. Sometime.
That is, the first to say that the collaborative art showing of Gwen, Cory, and Jon is quite impressive.
The trio let me have a little hand in helping with the set-up and it was magic to see Mr. Whit arrange the pieces and then suspend them on the wall in a seemless flow of theme and color. My favorites are:
Of the Gwen:
"Istanbul"
"Hessman"
Of the Cory:
"Timothy's Dive"
"Arrangement of Black and Starlight: Erin"
Of the Eoute:
"Naif"
"Extra Cache"
Come to the show if you can — even if not for the open house, it's worth it. These three artists have set a high standard for the rest of the year.
It feels like so much for me has returned to a degree of normalcy. I'm back at BJUPress designing and building books. I'm in classes again just chipping away at my bachelors degree. I have the occasional cup of tea in the morning before charging forward into the great white day.
In the middle of this relative peace my focus has shifted to the near future. I'm realizing more and more each day that the time I so casualy spend with friends will pass. I'm preparing for the great plunge into the "real world." I'm very excited about my prospects and over the chances God will give me to use the talents and pleasures that He's given me.
Dr. Mazak spoke in chapel today about choosing your vocation. Ever true to his reputation, he chose a route that most never tread. The simple question derived from II Peter was, "How can you best glorify God and serve His church with your skills and interests?" There was no mystical jargon about discovering a "calling." He didn't touch on personality tests or how to determine your spiritual gift. The simple truth of it spoke well enough.
Did y'all catch the ABC broadcast this past week? The one where they announce the person of the year?
Well, they named bloggers as the people of the year fo0r 2004. Congrats to all, we're famous!