Posted on October 9, 2009 at 11:25 am
This morning at PUC was deliciously cool, cold even, which is a huge improvement over the first week and a half of stiflingly hot days. This morning, there was a fine white mist settling down over the trees, each tiny delicate drop gleaming dimly on the leaves and, as I looked down at my own arm, all over the hairs like a layer of glass beads. In short, this white cold was a beauty characteristic of the PUC area, even while it seems mystical, like God is somehow nearer, wrapping his arms around the world. The sun has come out since then, drying up all the moisture, but it is still pleasantly cool. I long to be outside, but I must be inside for now, content to leave the doors of the art gallery open to let the breeze in. Right now, I am at work, guarding the art within while studying for an Honors class, nearly the last one of my college career.
A lot has happened in the past few weeks since school started. Alongside the sports games held in the gym and the upcoming Fall Festival in the near future, one of the most recent events is, as I mentioned, displayed in the Rasmussen Art Gallery at PUC: a show entitled "Working Out," showing works from artists with developmental differences. This show is one of the most interesting we have had since I have been here, as the opening night attracted quite a crowd. There are many colorful pictures and hanging stick-and-yarn masterpieces, called "talking sticks" by their creator, that, to me, bring back childhood memories at grandma's house. Not only are these artists quite skilled, they come from a viewpoint that does not often get heard: that of the disabled.
It is inspiring because the success of these artists brings the hope that, if people put their minds to it, they can get over their downfalls and differences or, else, use those aspects of themselves, formerly looked down upon, to benefit themselves and those around them. A quote from a book on display among the artwork, Disabilityland, sums up the goal of college students nicely, I think, and the ongoing Christian goal of changing the world for the better: "So don't let anyone tell you what you can't be. Because you can be anything you want. Anything" (Brightman 16).
I need inspiration right now, as do many of the graduating seniors. We are almost at the end and must endure until then, yet some of us do not wish for the end to come because that means we have to start all over again somewhere else, out in the world, with a new community, a new job, new friends, and a new and different life. New beginnings are usually good, but they can also be very frightening because the unknown is coming.
Maybe that is why I like those cold, foggy, quiet mornings at PUC. It feels like I am safe, closed within my own little space and time paradox that no one can intrude upon, at least for the moment. Beauty is all around me; all I have to do is look on and admire it.
I can't wait to see Mom and Dad this coming Parents Weekend!
Senior English & Fine Arts Major
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