I remember when I painted for the fun of it. Swishing and swirling colors to reflect my inner most, sensitive feelings of love and happiness. What do you do when you lose that feeling. When all your dreams fade to grey.
I look at the canvas but I can’t invoke the desire to lift the brushes to start anything. I want to use yellow. I need to smell blue. You probably don’t believe colors have smells and feelings. In my experience it’s true. It is all apart of my emotional state of well being and I miss it. So I think paint…but I need a little more time to get it all together.
So, what am I doing now you might ask? I’m answering the call of family. I have picked up the old crochet hook and started teaching myself to crochet flowers. Flowers for a bridal bouquet in hopes I will get good results. I hadn’t crocheted in years and you would never guess how much fun I am having with learning the stitches. The colors of the yarns are vibrant enough to bring joy to my evenings as I try a new flower. It hasn’t made me want to paint yet but it did encourage me to blog about it. Another thing I haven’t done in a while. I’m feeling like I am on my way back to being alive and in living color.
When I close my eyes tonight I think I will dream colors. At least I believe the colors will come to me with memories of love and happiness. Another time and space leading me back to painting. It won’t happen overnight but I’m excited just the same.
Thank you for perusing and I pray sweet sleep tonight for you.
It’s time to try the first block. My friend Shelby sent me some information about the York County Quilt Guild. Thank you Shelby. I plan to attend and look forward to meeting a new group of women to help me on my quest. There is power in the name of Jesus. Everything I need keeps continuing to come to me.
I started this quilting project without considering The Who, what, when or especially how I was going to do it. 🙄. I just knew I had to do it! God has given me a second chance at the life he ordained for me and he allowed me to figure out how to put these pinwheels into a pattern that will reflect the beauty and grace that he sees in me.
Pinwheel 17 and the rough draft of the quilt.
How do I feel? I feel like pressing on Jesus!
“Yet to all who did receive him, to those who believed in his name, he gave the right to become children of God.” John1:12
Thank you Jesus for not letting me give up on life. Because of your mercy I am still standing ready to do your will Lord until I take my last breathe. Destiny is waiting for me.
Look closely friends. I started out this project with a perfect point and the more I do, the less perfect they are. And quess what, it does not matter. I used to be a perfectionist. Everything had to be done a certain way. I had to control everything in fear that it would get messed up. Like when you have a barbecue and everyone has a list of side dishes to bring and everyone brings bake beans. That’s a lot of stress on a person and what’s worst people just let me have it. I assume they had no choice I trained them that way. I would never ask for help and if I did I couldn’t wait for them to do it at their leisure. I remember once we had a fish fry and my sister-in-law wanted to help. I was running around like a chicken with my head cut off when I allowed her to season the fish. The event was a success and afterwards I went to thank her for her help. Her response was unexpected. She thanked me and went on to say how honored she was that I let her into my kitchen. She had married into the family 25 years ago and I had never let her rinse out a glass. Oh happy day, That evening I let her wash the dishes too! 😉
And it taught me a lesson. Here I was thinking when I invited people to my home I just wanted them to relax and be at peace when all they wanted to do was be apart of my world and share this moment.
Wonderers, I got off track on this pinwheel. Here’s the point. Perfectionism was one of my imperfections. Now that I see it in myself I pray to be able to loosen it and not be afraid to know God’s truth about me. That I am his child and he loves me unconditionally. God has graced me to be me and it feels good.
You can check this blog for errors and send me a list of corrections if you like. I have my children here with me and we are going to watch the Eagles play. Perfect happiness….them sharing this moment with me. My husband was a diehard Eagles fan. He passed on to glory after the Super Bowl last year. His final moment with us and I’m praying for the Eagles to play in the Super Bowl. God willing.
Thank you for perusing and listening to my prayer. #flyeaglesfly
The past few days I have been visiting Ann Arbor, Michigan at GlampStitchalot 2017. Oh, is it cold here! This event was hosted by Pink Castles Fabrics. What a wonderful time I had learning new things and meeting new people. This weekend I spent time with about 150 quilters who shared their experiences along with four of the nicest instructors. I learned so much about people in the last four days but mostly I learned a lot about myself. I learnt that I don’t have to know everything, keep up with anything and if I let my guard down, there are people willing to let me lean on them. I could allow myself to be the weak one, the person in need. Wonderers, Pride is a dangerous thing because it isolates you into believing you are alone and you can not trust anyone or anything. You can only rely on your thought and perception on how things appear. You know I have been fighting the sewing machine for some time but I surrendered to it this weekend and along with an army of strong talented women that inspired me, encouraged me and showed faith in me, I succeeded. Titus 2 Women, both old and young supporting each other, looking for the good in every situation. Every conversation was noble, respectful and laced with kindness. The weekend was refreshing and welcoming and I am so grateful to have been apart of it. Now Wonderers I know you want to see what I did?
Fun and games.
I look forward to keeping in touch with the blue team over the upcoming years. Wonderers if you get the chance to step outside of your comfort zones, do it. There is nothing holding you back but you. Life is waiting. Joy is waiting. God is waiting for you to seek an abundant life.
Until next time…..thanks for perusing and have a good night.😘
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?
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. 🤗
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, “Have 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.””
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!
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.
We ride the carousel round and round afraid to get off in fear that if we do, we will miss the last turn, so we ride until it stops. Why is that?
You had an opportunity to pick the horse. Maybe you picked the stationary one because you know your limitations. Maybe you picked the one moving up and down because you crave excitement. Just going round and round wasn’t enough. Or worse yet, you settled on the only available horse betting that nothing better would come along or the one you wanted wasn’t worth the work or the wait.
Looking back, were you wrong? Was your horse worth all you sacrificed for? Was your horse worth the ride? Only you know the answer to this question and only you know when it’s time to get off the sadly-go-round.
Is it time for a revision?
Look closely at your life and sort out all that is keeping you circling outside of your destiny. All that you need to succeed is already in you. You just need to be assertive on the merry-go-round. Ride it and build up your courage and strength then get off and live the life that is created just for you. That’s what you need to remember. The choice is still yours. You don’t have to keep riding the dark horse. You don’t have to keep riding in darkness. Let him take the reigns and together ride towards the sun. Your destiny awaits Wonderers.
Have 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. Joshua 1:9