Silo Update

Today I added a background using paint and Saran Wrap.  I started with the wheat field by adding the plastic strips with gesso.  I then painted them.  I’m going to sit on it a few days and wait and see what develops both in my mind and in the painting.  Jesus is working on me while I work it out.  I have no words for it yet.  Just a feeling.  I was told to keep painting and I want to be obedient.   
 Yesterday I gave you a peek at the first painting I am working on in the 3D acrylic painting class.  So you know what I am trying to capture here are a few pictures of the scene.  This is the Shiloh Road and this is the sun that shines down on me from this point to the children’s school.  Isn’t it beautiful.  It leaves me at the school

I’m trying to translate it from where it picks me up and so far this is what I got.

It came to me about 3:00 a.m. To use strips of plastic that were made ironing flat groceries bags that were used for a Earth Day project with the York County Musuem.  A few friends from The Catawba River Art Guild and I ironed bags for days to assist children in making recycled artwork.  Everyone had a blast!  I love to recycle things.  I think that is why I’m so excited about this class.  I haven’t attached anything it to yet, I’m still working on the placement.

What do you think Wonderers?   Any suggestions?  Do you see God?

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Silos

Hello Wonderers:

Those that follow me on Facebook know I’ve been on a commitment to represent my artistic abilities in fabric.  Kerrie invited me to Glamp Stitchalot which is next week.  I signed up for a pouch swap that even my son-in-law couldn’t believe.  Well I did and now I have completed it and for the first sewing project I have ever completed all by myself I’m proud.  The person I’m sewing for gave a few examples of things she likes so I also made her a card to thank her for opening the door of creating with fabric.


I think I will do more things.  I can’t wait to attend and feel the creativity of the textile artists.  I can’t call them quilters.  They are artists too.  Now that I am finished today I started a new class that is currently giving me life.

I started a 3-D acrylic painting class at Fewell Park, Rock Hill, SC. with Dr. Bradley Sabelli.  We will be experimenting with paint combined with non-traditional materials to create an original finished product.  Today I was painting with aluminum foil.   Over the next six weeks we will be using almost anything we can come up with.  Time to dig in the closets and see what I can find. ūü§ó

There is a title for this piece.  I will call it “Shiloh Road” because every morning while driving on this road taking the children to school, when the trees break at this farm especially at the point of the silos, the sun suddenly gets bright and shines down on me.  I respond, “Good morning God”, then thoughts of Derrick come and I sense their presence.  They are with me letting me know how proud they are for being strong and courageous.  It’s the time I feel I am not alone and I remember what I was told, ‚ÄúHave I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go.‚ÄĚ‚ÄĚ

‭‭Joshua‬ ‭1:9‬ ‭NIV‬‬

It’s a coincidence a friend told me to read Joshua this week and the passage came back to me.  I will take you along with me through the process of this painting and here is today’s beginning.


Can you see the foil?  I think the texture is cool.  

Well that’s it for today.  Until next time, thanks for perusing and enjoy the rest of the evening.  Love you all!

An Exceptional Gift

imageAcrylic Ink on Tile.

 

Everything about art is exceptional to me and nothing about me is exceptional to art. 

This reminds me of my father saying he was a Jack of all trades but a master of none.  However in reality everything he did was exceptional.  He was a good painter, electrician and contractor and people hired him to do all kinds of projects.  It was not his job, it was his passion.  He was humble about his abilities and would read up on the skills and just do it.  I was in awe of his commitment to his exceptional gift of remodeling people’s homes and lives.

Today my daughter told me with each new medium I learn it only enhances my artistic abilities.  She said she can’t wait to see what I come up with next and what I heard in my mind was….I’m a Jack of all trades and a master of none.

I pray I am showing those following me what my Dad gave me.  Be humble and be willing to improve yourself and the lives of others through the means of your God given talents.

In reality it is all I have to give.

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Canvas

Glaring at a blank canvas all kinds of possibilities come to mind.  Do I dare to shatter the glass ceiling and set myself free.

Glaring at the blank canvas shaking my head as I pick up a brush.  Nothing to stop you but you.  You got the green light.  Dip the brush or let it go.

Stop glaring at the canvas..  Close your eyes and take a deep breath.  The universe is waiting.  Waiting on you to carry through.

 

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All That I Can Say

Good morning Wonderers;

I had been following a word prompt lately trying desperately to have something to say.¬† Something that wasn’t truly ridiculous and nothing that was unsympathetic to other’s tragedy that surrounds me.¬† Believe me I am on a cakewalk¬†compared to a lot of people. I am¬†so grateful for my life as torn as it is, I’m not broken,¬†I’ve only been heartbroken and¬†some days lonely.¬†¬† But I read a post of Facebook the other day saying something about, “if you can lift your head off the pillow, you have all you need.”¬† It apparently was something a dying man was saying to his wife about¬† her life after he was gone.¬† I get it.¬† It is so true. ¬†I’m here still amongst the living.¬† I have breath, a pulse and a functioning brain.¬† Everything else after that is icing on the cake.

There is so much goodness in my life that it feels strange to display.¬† I am so at peace with everything that at times I feel …..guilty.¬† Society has a way of dictating how we are supposed to feel, how we are supposed to display how we feel.¬†¬†Why¬†am¬†I supposed to feel sad and downtrodden?¬† Who says I’m supposed to wear black.¬† I might as well hide behind a black veil if that is the case.¬† But I won’t and here is why.

I humbly come before you to explain why you see me living, smiling and enjoying my life.  PLEASE forgive me if I am repeating myself but I can not pretend anymore.

My husband loved life.  He loved me and gave me a good life.  He loved the Lord and obeyed him as far as loving me and for those three reasons I am overjoyed.

I miss him so I wear the colors he loved to see me in.¬† He hated that because of my profession I wore a lot of black.¬† When I retired I threw most of it out and started wearing colors again.¬† Color makes me happy and wearing them made him happy.¬† So I honor him with my bright colors.¬† I smile because he lived to make me smile and laugh.¬† That’s all he wanted for me and our children, for us to be happy.¬† He worked to give us security and comfort and we are so fortunate that he took his responsibility to us seriously.¬†¬† He¬†believed in God’s command of what a husband and father’s responsibilities are to his family.¬† He gave us everything he had to give and he is still giving to us more so now than ever before.¬† So please give us a break when you see us having fun and moving on without him.¬† It is just how we choose to pay our respects to the life he gave us.¬† When he looks in on us I want him to see he gave us enough love to last our life time.¬† I want God to see he did his duty.

I did not get to hear last words from his last breath but I did get to have the last words he wrote to me for our vow renewals the previous year.¬† He closed it with, “I give you my hand, my heart and my love from this day forward for as long as we both shall live.”¬† All I can say is I’m still here and I will honor his commitment for as long as I live.

Thank you for perusing and until next time, walk in joy.

Denise

And All That


Honestly I  didn’t want to blog.  I feared my usage of the english language was substandard at best.  But my daughter thought it would be a good idea for me to journal and started me on my way.

I’ve since learned that like in visual art, your talent is your talent.  If it is authentic it will represent you.  When I read my posts it reads like the thoughts in my head so it’s acceptable.   I no longer worry about past tense or present tense, all the punctuation errors I learned in school and definitely not the grammar.  It might be wrong but I only worry about the point of view.  It is sincere?Is it humble?  Are you hearing what I would have said if I was talking to you directly?  Of course I do go back and try to correct my verbiage which might have been pointless because after I post I see yet another mistake I missed.

Like an original painting that is in process that everyone thinks is ugly you finished it for the one person who will see it’s beauty.  The person who wants to own it.  I have something to say to the universe and only a few will get it and it is okay.  Tomorrow is another day I might reach another person.

God just wants us to keep trying and that’s what I’m going to do substandard and all.  Besides that, it brings me joy.

Wonderers keep perusing and remember walk in JOY!

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Dance With Me

You dip me for the world to watch.

How you never let me fall so far.

That you can’t catch me effortlessly.

You sway me.

Sometimes I can’t catch my breath.

So I close my eyes

And let your caress consume me,

To lift me.

To heights I can’t touch

Then you bring me back from heaven.

Back down to this cold earth.

God’s Love

Jesus loves me this I know for the Bible tells me so.  I was told to paint.  If you remember I had a canvas out waiting to start.  I found this picture that I blogged in this post.  So I’m updating the post to include my painting.  I hope you enjoy it.

During the road trip To Philadelphia I came down for breakfast when I met Patricia.  She said people call her Pat, some Tricia but family call her Patricia.  She was older than me which made me feel comfortable.  I always got along with older women.

After a few casual exchanges I asked if I could sit with her. We had a very long talk.  She knew who I was because God sent her to give me a message.  She started talking about her past which mirrored mines in so many ways.  She gave confirmation to my thoughts.  She had me down to the point of my existence.  My attempt at existing.

We spoke of issues of abandonment, child molestation, physical abuse, verbal abuse, introverted shyness, being mean spirited, being angry with a hateful tongue, adultery, and all the other adversaries we encountered.  Personalities that hid behind my confident smile.

And he still loves me.  He chose me.  He saved the spirit inside of me for a higher purpose.  Elevated me from the mired in which I existed. Everything worked for good in the end.  Even down to the reason why we were having breakfast.  She was visiting with her daughters for a girl weekend just like me and my girls. 

I was feeling hopeful so I showed her the pictures I took earlier that morning.  I was so proud of the picture.  She explained that I was the tall flower shinning in the light.  The smaller flowers were babies in Christ.  The flowers with lost peddles were older spirits and the dead flowers were all who had died and were waiting for Christ.  The flower standing tall in the sun had come to it’s full potentials and was going to be plucked ….so I’ll tell you what I’ve learned.

  • Tomorrow is not promised.  Live for God today.  If you believe that Christ died for the sins of the world and rose again you will have salvation.  There is nothing, nothing that can separate God’s love for you.  There is nothing you could have done or had done to you that he will forsake you. Ask him for forgiveness with a grateful heart and he will save you.  God is a God of love.
  • Love one another and love yourself.
  • Forgive yourself and forgive others.
  • Find joy in everything you do.
  • Live with appreciation and gratitude.
  • Pray about everything.  Worry about nothing.
  • Meditation improves your relationship with God.


You don’t have to search for happiness.  All God’s love is waiting for you!

My painting.