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What This Is or Is Not or Views on Beauty
I have this page, this sentence, this one moment to put into words what this blog is. What it was created for and for whom because audience matters, those who might take a moment to read what I have to say, fill those mind’s eyes with images, those hearts with emotion and maybe little bit of insight. Blogs, for the most part, are, in a word, narcissistic and this one will only support that notion. It will hopefully be a place I can add my thoughts, art, heroes, objects that inspire me, flora/fauna, and pretty much anything that strikes my fancy.
Today, I read a quote from photographer Anton Corbijn in a New York Times article regarding his view on models. I found I understood and agreed whole heartedly with his perspective. He says, “I have never understood models. I find it really hard to find beauty in that or to discover beauty because the beauty was so obvious. I always find it more interesting to discover beauty. With models, I never knew what to do. It was uncomfortable for me that they were always so beautiful. I didn’t know what I could discover there that wasn’t so plainly obvious.” I found that what he is stating is beauty is magnified when is not as easily discernible. True beauty does not lie on the surface like fruit on the vine ready for harvest but is the dried vine left on the wire after harvest. Beauty, adages aside, is that thing which ensnares you in awe when you least expect it and forces you take note even though you have been seeing this beauty for possibly years and had never really had the moment to give it definition.
Where do you look for beauty? It transcends those who behold it, it is often left out as trash, rusting away in a dump or cowering in a corner, cold and hungry. It is what most scrubbed clean folk would say are those things we should not keep, we should not like, we should not find anything beautiful in the least. We should not appreciate the wrinkles in the elderly’s hands, the rusting of nails in old boards, worms in soil, and broken glass glittering in the parking lot after the neighbors had a party that kept you awake during the night. These things lay witness to what we are, who we are, where we were, are, and go and describe what it is to be alive and that, in and of itself, is beautiful.
Today, I read a quote from photographer Anton Corbijn in a New York Times article regarding his view on models. I found I understood and agreed whole heartedly with his perspective. He says, “I have never understood models. I find it really hard to find beauty in that or to discover beauty because the beauty was so obvious. I always find it more interesting to discover beauty. With models, I never knew what to do. It was uncomfortable for me that they were always so beautiful. I didn’t know what I could discover there that wasn’t so plainly obvious.” I found that what he is stating is beauty is magnified when is not as easily discernible. True beauty does not lie on the surface like fruit on the vine ready for harvest but is the dried vine left on the wire after harvest. Beauty, adages aside, is that thing which ensnares you in awe when you least expect it and forces you take note even though you have been seeing this beauty for possibly years and had never really had the moment to give it definition.
Where do you look for beauty? It transcends those who behold it, it is often left out as trash, rusting away in a dump or cowering in a corner, cold and hungry. It is what most scrubbed clean folk would say are those things we should not keep, we should not like, we should not find anything beautiful in the least. We should not appreciate the wrinkles in the elderly’s hands, the rusting of nails in old boards, worms in soil, and broken glass glittering in the parking lot after the neighbors had a party that kept you awake during the night. These things lay witness to what we are, who we are, where we were, are, and go and describe what it is to be alive and that, in and of itself, is beautiful.
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