You know what? I am really liking my art classes.
It’s strange, because at first, I thought 3 hours of art was way too long. And for the first few classes, the last hour got pretty tedious for me, and I started questioning myself whether art really is a passion of mine.
But now…3 hours just whizzes by. And I have pretty much no problem getting up in the morning on the days I have my art class (it’s a miracle!), and I walk up to my art room clumsily with my art supplies, portfolio, and coffee mug, my heart buzzing in anticipation.
Oh, it’s glorious. Even that annoying, ear-piercing opera that my art professor insists on playing is soothing in a way. I love getting all dirty with charcoal underneath my nails; the way my hair falls down my face slightly but I never notice; and the little moments when the opera singer gets so unbearable, the students raise eyebrows at each other and giggle.
But the best part about art? It opens your eyes. It makes you view things in a totally different way. They call it the artistic perspective; I call it God’s daily miracle.
For example, the hands. I used to think I have rather ugly hands. I have a horrible addiction to cracking my knuckles (and my back, and neck, and…), so my finger joints are pretty broad. I also have a nasty habit of biting my left middle finger (no idea why), so it’s chapped. And because I used to write so much, I have calluses on my second and middle fingers. Add to all that the fact that my fingers are kinda scrawny, and the result is angular, misshaped, chapped, and calloused hands.
But, oh! They are so much fun to draw, precisely because of their awkward shape! I have a newfound appreciation for my hands. They may never appear in a fashion magazine modeling nail polish, but they are so beautiful in the way they are shaped. And without them, how could I even draw?
See that? God’s miracle. It’s visible in everything, everywhere. We’re breathing, touching, using, eating, drinking, and living God’s little miracles all the time. I love that art never views anything as ugly. The only thing art views as bad is conformity and triteness. Everything is beautiful for its individuality and uniqueness.
Okay, fine. Let’s “mess” them up:
That better? But wait—don’t just look at them! Smell them!
Mmmmm! Can you breath in that fragrance? Can you guess what it is? Sorry, you can’t…but I can! It’s coconut! And hmm…a faint hint of almond?
Oooh yes! Coconut-Almond muffins. But wait till you taste them!
Oh wait! You can’t taste it either! Oh well, I can! And it tastes freaking WONDERFUL! The intense coconut flavor from coconut milk, a curious sweet undertone from almond extract, and obviously the combination of butter, sugar, and flour creates wonders. 3 of these made a glorious Sweet Treat Wednesday.
Sorry, you must be staring daggers at me right now…But here’s the point: Stop. Observe. Appreciate. Given our fast-paced society and lives, we get so caught up with our endless lists of things to do and ambitions that we forget the presence of God in everything around us. Okay, some of you don’t really believe in a God…but you can’t deny that this world we live in? There’s beauty everywhere.
So…Can you do that? Stop, observe, and appreciate? Just once, or twice a day…and I swear your day will be different. Heck, keep it up daily, and your life will be different. Don’t believe me? Well, why don’t you start first?
Another thing for which I stopped to observe and appreciate recently was the Lee’s Philly Gogi truck:
This must be one of my favorite food trucks to date. At first I was turned off by the word “gogi”…I immediately I groaned to myself, Jeez, another Kogi imitator? But upon more curious observation, I realized that the menu was a bit different:
Hot sandwiches. With cheese. Spicy! Three no-fail combinations! Ooh la la!
I ordered the Gogi Spicy Chicken Cheesesteak Philly sandwich:
It was freaking HUGE. Almost a foot size. And oh, so FAT! Stuffed full of tender, spicy, well-marinated chicken and onions!
The only problem was the lack of cheese, but that was easily forgiven as I sunk my teeth into this delicious monster.
Flavors exploding in mouth. I could barely talk. It was freaking wonderful. A grease-bomb, but totally worth the artery-clogging experience!
It also came with a side of potato salad:
This was, unfortunately, lackluster. It needed some acid or fresh herbs in there.
It wasn’t bad, just kinda bland compared to the flavorful sandwich. I wrote that on my review at Yelp.com, and the owners replied me and said they would work on it. So hopefully, next time there will be a kick-ass potato salad to accompany the kick-ass sandwich!
By the way, thank you for the overwhelmingly warm response to my prayer request on my last post. I sound like a broken record, but I truly think that the blog world is full of beautiful, real, and kind people, and I feel so blessed to be part of this community.
Question of the day: What did you stop to appreciate today, which you previously did not notice? Anyone celebrated Sweet Treat Wednesday?