Diary

Color Possesses Me: The Art of Paul Klee

Color possesses me. I don’t have to pursue it. It will possess me always, I know it. That is the meaning of this happy hour: Color and I are one. I am a painter. –Paul Klee Everything vanishes around me, and works are born as if out of the void. Ripe, graphic fruits fall off….

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Trust me, this is why everyone needs “faith.”

My definition of “faith” (in a spiritual/religious sense), has been evolving for as long as I can remember. In some ways I hesitate to even speculate on a definition because this sort of implies permanence on a certain level. But nevertheless, I’m feeling particularly lead to reinterpret and flesh out how I think about the…

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Oil, Sackcloth and Ashes

I am so grieved by the oil spill in the gulf that I honestly don’t know what to say. We should all cover ourselves in sackcloth and ashes and pray for forgiveness for what we’ve done to creation–our home.

Faith Seeking Understanding

I’m finally reading Catherine Keller’s book On The Mystery: Discerning Divinity in Process. It’s one that I’ve been wanting to read for a while and I am so glad that I have finally gotten to it. It is truly a beautiful work. I particularly liked this passage which gives a lovely definition of theology (page…

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Wallace Stevens: Reality is The Product of Imagination

“To Wallace Stevens, reality is the product of the imagination, as it shapes the world. Because it is constantly changing as we attempt to find imaginatively satisfying ways to perceive the world, reality is an activity, not a static object. We approach reality with a piecemeal understanding, putting together parts of the world in an…

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I don’t explain–I explore

“I don’t explain—I explore” –Marshall McLuhan It’s true. I’m still thinking about the LOST finale after almost a week. The more I reflect on it and the more I hear other people reflect on the story of LOST, the more I’m convinced of how much it can help people approach a better understanding of the…

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Fortune by Dobby Gibson

Fortune We think we are little gods yet the one thing we fear most is to be left alone So we carve one another’s names into the desktops, drop rocks from the trestle. We invent and overuse the long vowel. To be loved, speak with your hands. To learn how, open a magazine and try…

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