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unexpected beauty

Happened across this photo (and others) by Thomas Jackson. Quirky, fun, beautiful.

Cups by Thomas Jackson

Sort of like an urban counterpart to another artist, Andy Goldsworthy, who does amazing things with natural (and ephemeral) materials.

Horn (1986) by Andy Goldsworthy

Click that link for an excellent web site with photos of Goldsworthy’s early work. He does small, temporary work and monumental, more permanent creations as well. I love the descriptions of the pieces, which make it sound like he just wanders around, finding natural materials and making beautiful pieces of art, then photographing them.

Find beauty wherever and however you can.


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My first blog post featured a wonderful fake ad. This one, it seems is real.

[Photo from The Consumerist]

I have to admit, I don’t remember a time when I didn’t like lemon-lime soda…

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in awe of art

The BYU art museum has an incredible exhibit of artwork by Danish painter Carl Bloch. The central focus is on a series of large altarpiece paintings that were done for chapels in Denmark in the 19th century.

It’s difficult to describe how impressive these paintings are if you don’t see them in person. They are very large, 10 or 12 feet high, and invite a long, long look. Even though there are lovely reproductions (and some of these are well known as illustrative Christian art), it’s an entirely different experience to stand (or sit) and take in the beauty of these works.

We bought a giclée print of this Gethsemane painting. A little JPG image can’t begin to do it justice. I found myself drawn to this painting, and wished I had more time to sit and absorb it. The exhibit is well-run and usually busy, with people walking through several rooms attached to headphones and iPads with video information about the artist and paintings. I was with a group of friends and we had to wait in some rooms for a chair to be free so we could sit and look. I found, as with several of the altarpiece paintings, that I wanted to look and look, walk from one side to the other, sit in a meditative way and try to take in the painting.

When you see it in person, the brush work and details are amazing. Stars in the dark sky, the sweep of brush strokes that reinforce the visual structure of the painting, the gentle details of hands and the protective posture of the angel… There’s so much to see. And as you see, you identify with the painting. You feel Christ’s anguish, you feel the tender gesture the angel offers. You sense the contrast of dark and light. It’s so much more than an illustration of a scene. It’s a great piece of art that challenges and invites you to … not think, or just feel, but experience the work as a whole.

I think I understand better how Catholic writer Henri Nouwen was able to write an entire book (The Return of the Prodigal Son) about his experience with a single Rembrandt painting. He traveled to the Hermitage in St. Petersburg and spent two days simply sitting and looking at Rembrandt’s large painting. He wrote a lovely book that used the details of that painting as a starting point to explicate the parable of the prodigal son in the New Testament. Having had a short time to experience these large works by Bloch, I can see how it would be possible to spend hours looking, experiencing, and looking more as the work’s meaning is revealed.

In a time when art is being taken over by technology, it’s a rare experience to return to the roots of hand-crafted artwork that has such power. I didn’t care much for the iPad videos and quotes from various art and history professors. I found they were distracting compared to the awe I felt simply standing and looking at these masterpieces.

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sprinkles and God

Cookie dough and sprinkles, lovely irreverence and holiday cheer.

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the simple season

Living along the Wasatch mountain range, you get to see sunrise and sunset in an orderly way: the sun rises over the mountains, and sets on the lake side of the valley. No question which way is north.

One thing I like about winter is that the color scheme of the mountains and sky becomes simple: pink and blue. Through the year sunsets tend to be gold and red, but in winter there’s a soothing quality to the flat blue sky contrasted against snow-covered mountains that catch a gold reflection, then go pink as the sun sets.

On a day as cold as today (high about 15 degrees Farenheit), it seems that the clouds hang motionless against the mountains. By 4:30 or so in the afternoon, the sunlight is horizontal across the valley, and then the colors start to fire up.

And then as the sun drops below the horizon, any golds turn to a soft pink. The blue of the sky goes pale and flat, and that image of winter against the mountains hangs in the air like a gentle, quiet backdrop. No dazzling color combinations, just the simple two-tone evening.

Standing out in the freezing air, looking at pink and blue—that’s my winter moment. These are the days when I come home in the evening, sit by the fire, make soup for dinner, and don’t do a thing. The simple winter life.

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good by for to day

Nineteenth-century whaling, from the perspective of 6-year-old Laura Jernegan. She spent three years on a whaling ship with her family and kept a journal, the most complete record of the ship’s journey from Martha’s Vineyard to Hawaii and back.

Get a good internet connection and enjoy.

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revisioning your life

An astounding web experience. Get yourself a good internet connection and go play:


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