For the past few days, the topic of discussion in my History of Photography class has been landscape. As an aspiring photographer with an interest in photojournalism, I've been a little bored. I'm most interested in photographs of events as they're happening; so landscape has been almost sleep-inducing to me.
But today there were a few images, photos and paintings, that really struck me. The one that touched me the most was William Jackson's Grand Canyon of the Colorado, 1883. See it here:
greenmuseum.org/c/aen/Images/E… See, today we talked about the transcendental idea of nature as God. A romantic idea…? Highly. Even as an aspiring artist, I sometimes giggle to myself when people bring up such romanticism because, depending on who the critique coming from, it can feel heavily exaggerated.
I guess I've never felt so incredibly moved by a piece of art until today. Don't get me wrong, art is a big part of my life in various mediums. Even though I can't say I'm really talented at all, especially in the traditional sense, I really do enjoy looking at many different types of art. A good piece of art evokes a feeling, an emotion… It even takes you away into the piece sometimes.
Maybe I'm just a little more aware of how certain pieces of art make me feel now that I've actually taken a few college level art classes, or maybe I am just being a big ole' sap, but I found myself on the verge of tears when my professor pulled up this slide. As much of a fan of the arts I am, in general, I don't think I have ever felt so moved by a single piece.
William Jackson didn't use a high tech camera to capture this image, yet he still managed to capture the beauty and the vastness of the landscape around him, and the sense of smallness a viewer may feel when looking at this photo.
The idea of nature as God is a little far fetched for me (though I could definitely understand and respect that viewpoint), as I'm a Christian by definition, but it's things like this that truly make me believe there is a God. I find myself being questioned, respectfully, by friends who are atheist or agnostic as to why I believe there is a God. Sure, the entire world is tinged with some tragedy, evil-doing, and sadness, but sometimes people fail to see everything that is good and beautiful about this world. A good majority of us are guilty of this; I know I am. We get so stuck on the crap in our lives that we forget to take a look at the world around us. We see coverage of atrocities on the news more than we see good on the news. We've been hurt too many times to think good people, nevermind love, exist.
Beautiful things don't exist because of coincidence, neither were they meant to be overshadowed by ugliness and darkness. When I saw this picture, I had all sorts of thoughts running through my head, hence the length of this post. The sense of smallness that I felt was real, almost tangible. This image made me wonder what it would be like to actually stand where those people were standing and how that made them feel in that moment. Needless to say, I was a little overwhelmed. I guess it made me feel like we need to stand where these people are, in a metaphorical sense, to see things from another perspective every now and then… to remind ourselves that there is so much more beyond where we are in our lives, and that the beautiful places and people around us, no matter how distant they may seem sometimes, were created by a God who loves us so dearly. Sometimes, we just need to search for them.
So I say to you: Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives; the one who seeks finds; and to the one who knocks, the door will be opened.
-Luke 11:9-10