I recently painted one of my professors in my head painting class. She's one of the art history professors, and is quite an amazing individual. I was excited to have her come in and model. The painting was done over 2 class periods, 2 1/2 hours each.
I took a drive up Provo canyon this morning for an appointment. It was a long drive, which gave me an opportunity to pray and listen to some beautiful music while the sun pierced the top edges of the mountains. It's that point in the year when the world turns a grayed down green and a stunning red. All the yellows and bright greens and the electric blue of the sky are gone, leaving that eery but magnificent silence from the absence of them. Today was our first snowfall, so the white filled in the gaps between the red and green. Along with that, a silver mist lined the tops of the mountains and the sun swept through it in full glory as it made it's entrance.
Sometimes when I see something that arrests my spirit to feel, I can't think of anything more wonderful. It's like my heart stops, and I'm completely immersed in another realm. That's what the canyon did for me this morning (It wasn't easy to steer a car while feeling it!). There has only been a few other things in this world that have moved me like that. I can't name them all of course, but there's a couple I'll mention. Once, when my teacher pulled up a monet painting on the big screen in my Art History class. I was in the clouds thinking of it the rest of the day! Others while walking through the museums in New York this spring. I can remember especially standing in front of a Klimt painting "Hope ii". The skin tones were so incredible! Any reproduction of that painting will never do it justice. And I've also felt this way while viewing especially beautiful photography. If a photographer can bring me to feel what I did this morning, then he/she has found the secret to being great.