Taking a cue from Rachel, the beauty I found this week was in a gesture of thoughtfulness. Today I had my Research Studio class. Our assignment was to have made instructions that a fellow classmate could follow, and make a work of art from. Accompanying these instructions, we had to include materials. My project called for color, and all I had were my expensive, (what I consider expensive), chalk pastels. Thus, I sent my pastels in a box with other materials and instructions to the professor, to hand out to an unknown classmate. I prayed that someone conscientious would get my box, and treat my supplies with care.
It turns out that not only did the recipient respect my materials, one of the pastels had crumbled (like they so often do), and without telling me, on the lunch break, he had gone out to Blick and bought me a replacement pastel. What a beautiful world! I would never get mad at someone for having a material accidentally break on them, and definitely never ask them to buy me new supplies. However, the love this man probably has for his own materials, influenced him to respect mine.
You can tell which one he replaced, because it is the only one with the wrapper still on.
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