You have seen photographs of the sun taken during a total eclipse. The corona fills the print. All of those photographs were taken through telescopes. The lenses of telescopes and cameras can no more cover the breadth and scale of the visual array than language can cover the breadth and simultaneity of internal experience. Lenses enlarge the sight, omit its context, and make of it a pretty and sensible picture, like something on a Christmas card. I assure you, if you send any shepherds a Christmas card on which is printed a three-by-three photograph of the angel of the Lord, the glory of the Lord, and a multitude of the heavenly host, they will not be sore afraid. More fearsome things can come in envelopes. More moving photographs than those of the sun’s corona can appear in magazines. But I pray you will never see anything more awful in the sky.
"Below and above, outside and beyond the narrow walls with which violence wishes to enclose our human community, we must live with trust that creativity, divinely embedded in the human spirit, is always within reach. Like a seed in the ground, creative capacity lies dormant, filled with potential that can give rise to unexpected blossoms that create turning points and sustain constructive change." Creativity is not an exclusive asset specially bestowed to artists. It is the thing deeply embedded within everyone since our birth. All we need to do, consequently, is to unearth the otherwise buried creativity and try to achieve its highest potential in designing peacebuilding strategies.
It is amazing how the picture “American Girl” still creates the debate: was it posed.? It decidedly was not, and I am still alive and ready to describe that day, that moment in August l951 when Ruth Orkin and I were in Florence, and the photograph was taken. It was not staged, nor was it posed. Period. Ruth and I were literally fooling around, thinking of ways to show what it was like as a single American woman, traveling in Europe at that period. We had met the night before, and thought it would be a caper. I was not, and am not a professional model. We were walking toward the Piazza della Republica at l0:30 in the monring. Ruth ahead of me. She turned around to see the l5 men looking at me. Delighted, she asked that I stop, turn around, go back a few paces, and walk forward again. That was literally it. And I am still here to tell the story. Two shots, in two minutes, that captured the spirit of Florence on that August mornig. Jinx Allen (Ninalee Allen Craig)