Let me open with a narrative . . .
‘When you painted on earth–at least in your earlier days–it was because you caught glimpses of Heaven in the earthly landscape. The success of your painting was that it enabled others to see the glimpses too. But here you are having the thing itself. It is from here that the messages came.’
The spirit argues for getting his painting materials so he can capture the astounding sights before him.
‘No. You’re forgetting,’ said the Spirit. ‘That was not how you began. Light itself was your first love: you loved paint only as a means of telling about light.’
The spirit isn’t happy to hear that and says that as a ‘real’ artist, you outgrow that expression.
‘Every poet and musician and artist, but for Grace, is drawn away from love of the thing he tells, to love of the telling till, down in Deep Hell, they cannot be interested in God at all but only in what they say about Him. For it doesn’t stop at being interested in paint, you know. They sink lower – become interested in their own personalities and then in nothing but their own reputations.’
I absolutely love this story from ‘The Great Divorce’, one of my favorite works from C.S. Lewis. This is precisely how I feel about photography and the gravity it has in our lives.
So who am I?
← I’m someone who loves waking up on a mountain summit and drinking hot chocolate while inspecting the expansive vista before me. (In über-fashionable balaclavas, no less.)
I love visiting dog parks and watching the pups do what they do best – be expressive, natural, and uninhibited.
I love traveling and seeking out the unexplored and the overshadowed.
I love music and am happiest when I’m surrounded by it in some form – a djembe, birdsong, an iPod playlist.
Now go explore my art. Investigate my expression. And enjoy. : )