Canvas

I love my imagination, especially when it gets so real I have conversations with someone I haven't met yet about what I think about the world, and I plunge into the depths of my soul and find out something about myself. It's strange how that works, but it does.

Some of you know that I am an amateur photographer (that is, the one person who reads my blog). If you have ever seen my work, you'll notice a lot of close-up shots as opposed to distant, spread out ones. This is because of my love of the details in my pictures. Ironically, I'm not detail-oriented in my everyday life, but I love to get up close to things whenever I am taking pictures and see what no one else did, or what people see and allow to pass in and out of their memory so quickly. It makes me sad that people miss the details and intricate work in so many things, from raindrops on rose petals to the pattern of wood grain. Seeing these things is one of my connections to the Creator, who knows all detail down to the space between the quarks in an atom (I wish I could photograph an atom, that would just be wicked). When I look at my hand, I see so much more than a hand, but I see the worn lines in my palm, the callouses in my fingertips, and even the spidering movement of the arteries and veins that stretch all the way to the very ends of my fingers. I could spend hours in art museums looking at old paintings that have so much detail when you look close enough that you can forget what the original subject of the painting was and just marvel at the artist's attention to detail. This is the idea of art: getting people to see what they miss or allow themselves to miss. Art is in the lines in your hand, the holes in a brick in the wall, or even the arrangement of the elements of a blood cell, and we are missing it! We miss it because we don't slow down enough to look and see!

Art and creativity are what keeps the human race alive, what drives them to continue reproducing (Seriously). The act of sex is probably the most creative act one can do when done as an expression of romantic love and affection for your mate. Two bodies, who, under other circumstances, probably could be worlds apart any other time, join for a few moments of ecstasy and physical and spiritual connection. Our bodies are crafted for the enjoyment of someone we dedicate ourselves to, and their enjoyment of us leads to our enjoyment of them, and happiness and connection is found in that. Sex is truly beautiful and the work of an artist. We can cheapen this, unfortunately, by making sex the focus of our affection, but never, ever should that be the focus. Art is also the expression of our feelings, which means the art, though a medium to explain HOW we feel, it is never the feeling itself. The love we have for another can be expressed through sex, but sex isn't the point: love is. Sex is the canvas on which love is painted, and to use a cheap, dollar-store paint is to ruin the painting. The finest, truest materials are necessary in making art, and the same is true of sex. It must be of the finest materials and the truest emotions.

Just to close, I'm curious if anyone actually reads this other than Drew. If you do, feel free to leave a comment.