Seduced A Little Every Day
An old college roommate posted a link on Facebook to a short film about “The Sartorialist,” (see the video here
) a photographer named Scott Schuman who focuses on fashion. Every day, Schuman takes a new photograph of someone on the street whose fashion is intriguing and inspiring. He posts the photograph daily on his blog, also called “The Sartorialist.” The photographs of common people are uncommonly beautiful. In the film, Schuman talks about living “the visual life” and says: "It seems odd, but it's almost like going out there and letting yourself fall in love every day, letting yourself be seduced a little every day." I watched the video the day after the Tucson shootings and was graciously reminded about the importance of art in the human life, and it’s ability to transform human life. In the fallen state of the world, there is plenty of ugliness. In our free, democratic society, there are still outstanding reminders, like the Tucson shootings, that we are enslaved to sin. But in art, we find beauty and glimpse our God. At about the same time as these two concurrent events, I was personally trying to think about New Year’s Resolutions. I had one from last year—to experience more beauty—that I failed at. I wanted to do a better job in 2011 of experiencing beauty. I had dreams of traveling to find beauty, especially finding beautiful holy places just to be in. But in the busyness of life, I realized I didn’t even have the time to set New Year’s resolutions, much less make progress on them. Still, I craved experiencing beauty, especially juxtaposed to the shootings. “The Sartoralist” reminded me that I don’t need to go anywhere to feed my craving. I am surrounded by beauty. I can be “seduced a little every day” in the every day. Though I wanted to follow in the footsteps of Schuman, take my camera out daily and capture beauty on the streets, the reality check was that I didn’t have time. Can I, I wondered, just take me into the world, focus my lens a little differently, and experience beauty? For no other reason than the experience? And so this year, as I go about my daily life with three kids, a full time job, a busy husband, and a needy dog, I take small moments here and there (because on a daily basis I forget to pay attention) to focus my lens on my surroundings. My kids sitting in the sun. Five small brown birds on a tree branch. Ice crystals on the window. Slowly, my world—not some world I have to travel to or take something to or do something with—is seducing me. “Be still,” the Bible tells us, “and know that I am God.”
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