Last Wednesday I received the offer to the Master of Architecture course at Melbourne Uni. To be quite honest I had been waiting for this offer like a 5-year-old waiting to wake up on Christmas day morning. In my defence this is something I worked very hard for. Going through and redoing my bachelor years’ design late at night wasn’t the most leisurely business. The result is worth the while. Ultimately I know God has given me this opportunity to train on my talent in order to do his will through architecture. For this I am immensely grateful.
Esther turned one at the end of last month. Having her toddling into my arms is one of the happiest moments every day. One day I’ll miss this season when she’s so just tender and dependent, I know I would miss it a great deal.
Below are some unorganised photographs. I had some time to go over the old photos, and glad to see that I am somewhat improving. I started to like the results from my camera.
Photography is one sacred corner of my creative life that belongs wholly to myself, non-subjected to anyone else’s judgment or disapproval. Behind a camera I can choose to shoot whatever I like, and post-edit them in a way that pleases me visually. It’s a selfish art. Or in a better word, it’s an unrestrained expression of the self.
In architecture I don’t get to practise such freedom. Oftentimes when you turn something you love into a profession, suddenly you have just put yourself under the judgement of others. Criticism, self-doubt and frustration would arise. However, there is no such art that is without some kind of constraint. In my least expectation art should communicate an idea understandable to some degree, an artwork that merely makes people scratch their head is not so brilliant. A lot of the modern art fails miserably in this area.
We are nearing the end of October. Where’s all the time gone? I am reminded of John Lennon singing, “So this is Christmas… what have you done?”
It’s a daunting question to pose upon yourself isn’t it? We seem to overestimate how much we can do in a certain time – for we fail to calculate the unforeseeable circumstances.
I am going over Paul’s letter to the Philippian church recently, and let us all be reminded what he said.
“Brothers, I do not consider that I have made it my own. But one thing I do: forgetting what lies behind and straining forward to what lies ahead, I press on toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus.”
(All the photos were shot either with Fujifilm X-T1 & 35mm f/2 lens or Fujifilm X100T, post-edited in Lightroom)