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I am certainly no photographer, but I took this last year in Milan- a surreal place where art and beauty flows effortlessly from bicycle baskets and wardrobes. My cousin is there now, working on a shoot for Gucci, yes that Gucci. And I am here in America, where art is too often kept in museums, and hipster cafes.
I reheard the story of King David yesterday, such a powerful and dramatic story. From the outside looking in, we think about David in terms of: why would he do what he did? or, I would never do that.
But David’s story, reminds us that humans and their behavior are not traced by correlating lines of cause and effect. As I heard yesterday, the story of King David tells us that humans are more art than science. And our behavior is forever under the puppeteers’ strings of emotion, fear, passion, etc.
There is no sense in this that we humans are calculated, or that myself is easier to understand that King David. And for this feelin’ girl in particular, my logic reigns an intermittent 5 days of the year.
So why do we look at humanity like an equation? Be they impoverished in the dark underbelly of America, or be they incarcerated in our prisons, or be they dying in childbirth in Ethiopia, people (all of humanity, really) is more art than science, subject to the dramatic sways of culture, emotion, and pride, and behavior should be thus interpreted- not an imperialistic disdain of someone else’s choices.
Because who am I, and who is King David, is not impossible to understand?
