I love to draw faces. I've drawn them for years now it seems. One thing I love about every single face i've drawn wheter it was captured in my rendition are the imperfections in each face. I remember when I first started drawing back in junior high, I wanted both eyes to be exactly the same shape, the nose and lips to be perfectly symetrical along with the ears, eyebrows, everything. Everything needed to be perfect, and every person looked so fake so dead, so plastic, so unreal. So I finally decided to draw what I saw, even though it bothered me beyond reasonable measures. But the life in the people began to take shape, the eyes that didn't match came alive and the lips looked like they held words. It was so awesome to see that. Then I went to art class where Michelangelo dictated the perfect porportions of the human face spacings. It seemed so retarted to me to make everyone the perfectly spaced model in the books. I did realize though, why all of the dudes and girls in his drawings look like the same person, its because they were, throw around a hair dew and mona lisa becomes michelangelo, or david, or any other person he drew. I've become a people watcher, I will be entertained for hours, especially in an airport, watching people. There faces, their build, their walk, especially there eyes. Unfortunately I get caught quite a bit, which provides the awkward moment of 'you have cool eyes... and yeah i've been staring at you for 5 minutes straight' apparently it bothers quite a few people.
I wonder a lot about whether it's the marksmanship of God or the infection of sin. Whether God would create us 'perfectly' or rather he sees us as a 'perfect masterpiece' of his hands. Like a handmade vase that was thrown on a wheel, the curves and shape is amazing and slightly off but its a work of art by a person, not a pressure molded reproduction that stacks perfectly together. If you ever hold a hand thrown mug in your hand it seems to fit and mold to your hand because it was made by hands, it was designed to fit, to be held. Our abnormalities, although asymetrical, show the handprints of a creater. I think we as humans, each made by hand where designed to fit into the hands that made us, to be held, to be filled, to used for our intended, unique purposes. To be sanctified.