Jacks. No not Jack, J.a.c.k.s. It is pouring down rain right now. I was just sitting on the couch looking out the front window and Butch walked through and said “you look like a little kid just waiting for the rain to stop so you can go out and play”. That brought to mind hours sitting on the front porch with Debbie, right under this window, playing jacks or with our Barbie dolls waiting for the rain to pass. I am very blessed to be able to live in my childhood home with so many wonderful memories. Even of little things like jacks.
Perspective. In the summer of 2009 I went to Italy on a study abroad trip with the University of North Florida. This was a month of intense study of some of the greatest art in the world. A dream come true. In addition to the Art History class, I took Drawing and Painting in Rome with Professor Raymond Gaddy. Now I was an art major, but drawing is not my strong suit. Perspective and I just seem to constantly be at odds with each other. Perspective in art terms is a technique of depicting volumes and spatial relationships on a flat surface. Something I just could not seem to get a handle on. Professor Gaddy was amazing, even trying during a dinner to explain the concept one more time.
Each morning I would get up long before everyone else and walk to a little cafe’ near our apartments to have a cup of coffee and a pastry. I would order then go outside and sit and draw the street and buildings in front of me, trying so hard to get the line of the roof of the building and the corner and windows to look like they actually should when committed to paper by an “artist”. The little old man who owned the shop would try to compliment me on whatever I had drawn, however he spoke no English and I spoke no Italian so for all I know he was laughing at my work and saying how stupid it looked. But everyday I went there and I drew. I am still working on this.
Perspective as I was thinking about it today really has nothing to do with my art. It has to do with a way of looking at everything in my life. Putting things into perspective, getting a frame of reference and deciding the relative importance of everything else with that reference point in mind. Recently, since returning to my commitment to living my life by His will, my frame of reference for everything changed.
The level of importance of things that at one time I thought were crucial to my happiness seemed to have done a complete flip to the other end of the spectrum.
I like this new perspective.
My curiosity. I love that I love to learn new things. Can’t wait till next week when I can finally register for fall classes. I so hope one of the classes that are in the top three on my list still has a seat. My motto is “You are never too old to become what you were meant to be”, so regardless of what class I get, I know I will just love learning something new.