The college has encouraged us to begin preparing our mind for the semester by creating art. There's no better art to create on a hot, sunny Florida day in July, than cyanotypes. Cyanotype is a form of photography which takes chemically treated paper, exposes it to natural sunlight, then is washed to remove chemicals and stopping the developing process. Upon drying, it's distinctive deep blue color darkens.
I have been sketching various ideas and transferring my sketches into negatives on transparency paper for the blue reveal. The transparencies are hand-drawn too, inverted, meaning blacks are whites and whites are black. It makes my mind have to shift, having to reverse my thinking as I draw. Whenever I draw, I come to that place of defining the extreme darks to extreme lights, then working my way to the spectrum of gray. What is this process? It's kind of how I think. I push myself to consider both sides, the extremes of a discussion and ultimately I end up somewhere in between. The extremes provide more contrast and coincidentally more conversation. However, at this junction of my life, the gray is where the beauty lies. It's muddy, it's complicated, and undefinable. We don't like to get in the gray area; it's much easier to take sides. The gray is bigger than our minds, for it's hard to wrap our minds around this with confidence. That's where our Christ meets us in the middle. When we are in the grays of life, we can lean on him for strength, guidance, and direction. It's okay, think, take sides, change positions... all in an effort to use our mind God created in us. That process is free will. God created each one of us in his image; he invites us to think, for ultimately, deep down the grays of life will point us to a longing depth of something more and there we will meet our Christ.