Sunday, April 30, 2017

Red

This weekend, I had more time than isual to fiddle around in the studio, and felt a longing to paint red.  There is a joy thay comes in painting crimsons and reds...  I love adding the greens to make shadows, popping the orange to pull out highlights.  To quench the "red" fever, I started this little buddhist monk with umbrella, and will add more and more red items in the future....who doesnt love a nice, flowing RED?  

...and that is dying.

This week I was reminded of an individual in my neighborhood that recently lost her mother.  Years ago, at a funeral of a loved one, a thought, or poem of sorts, was shared.  It was penned by Henry Van Dyke years ago, but it was insightful, and I remember it often.   This week's envelope was to this person who lost her mother.  In it I put this thought, and doodled the ship on the frront.  

Gone From My Sight

I am standing upon the seashore. A ship, at my side,
spreads her white sails to the moving breeze and starts
for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength.
I stand and watch her until, at length, she hangs like a speck
of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.

 

Then, someone at my side says, "There, she is gone."

 

Gone where?

 

Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast,
hull and spar as she was when she left my side.
And, she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port.

Her diminished size is in me -- not in her.


And, just at the moment when someone says, "There, she is gone,"
there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices
ready to take up the glad shout, "Here she comes!"

 

And that is dying...

 

Saturday, April 22, 2017

...more value than many sparrows

Confession Time:  The past few weeks have been rough with various pressures, challenges which consequently bring me to a place where I face a crossroads of fear or faith.  Normally when I get into these circumstances, I become grumpy, even unapproachable at times.  Last night as I lay in bed  I pondered my circumstances.  I reviewed how I have reacted to them, and recognized that I could do better, be better, and trust more, I came upon a pleasant reminder in Matthew 10:28 - 31 that circumstance does not determine personal worth.

"And fear not them which kill the body, but are not able to kill the soul: but rather fear him which is able to destroy both soul and body in hell.   Are not two sparrows sold for a farthing? and one of them shall not fall on the ground without your Father.  But the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear ye not therefore, ye are of more value than many sparrows."
So I decided to watch the sparrows today, and think of someone who is needing reassurance more than myself.  I decided to sketch out this envelope for a friend who has been asked to face a very challenging circumstance recently.

Sunday, April 16, 2017

Silkmoth

Today I painted the life cycle of a silkmoth.  Why?  I love insects, but I thought that today, of all days, it was nice to see the type and shadow, even in nature, of the fact that something  slow, unappealing, and gross to some can be transformed into something that can soar, that is beautiful, and that is ever attracted to light.  Happy Easter to all, and may we see the potential in ourselves and others, even when it may not be apparent at the present time.  


Thursday, April 13, 2017

Under the Radar

It's been a while since I last posted.  Ive been flying under the social media radar a bit lately, but have continued to doodle.  Here are four more envelopes that I have sent off with letters to the dear recipients.  Two of them went off to amazing Sister Missionaries that I admire. One is serving in Paris, France and the other is serving in Utah.  One doodle ties into the "Fishers of Men" invitation given to disciples of old, while the other is a little garden and empty tomb to reflect on the upcoming Easter weekend.  Two other envelopes went out to dear friends from Georgia that have been asked recently to face some new struggles, yet who are faithfully moving forward a step at a time.