Being Transformed By Large

The Iowa landscape of corn and beans is rolling me in with its height and lushness. There is a mythology about Iowa...that it is a flat state. That is okay with me. This general appraisal is keeping our population down. I drove out to the lake without seeing one car on the road.

The round and the roll reminds me of Micheangelo. He was a sculputor by gift, and desire. When one knows this, the Sistine Chapel ceiling becomes telling. His bodies are round, and rolling. Large and powerful. Dominating. Micheanglo was without doubt, driven and possessed by his medium: stone. These forces could not be stopped by being handed a little, tiny paint brush. He remained a sculptor when he agreed to paint. Why he painted is a mystery to me. I can only look to my own life, and the decisions I've made, for an answer. The greatest gift of Micheanglo is to allow oneself, no matter the medium.
I started writing this blog when I started school. I have one project left, that I am doing now. It has been a two year journey. Though I am on unfamilar territory, who I am as a person has remained and shown through. And gotten alittle larger I think. It is a bit foggy to try to analyze. Somewhat like the road this morning to the lake. But the landscape that framed the drive, was there.