03/12/2024
I base my art on what I see what I dream and visualize in my mind which speaks to the innermost part of heart and soul. when I close my eyes I see the sunbonnet that was once worn by women to shade the skin on their faces from the glare of the sun. I see the sun not looking at it directly but seeing in the darkness once my eyes close. it is dark but yet there is light because the vision of it remains. I see how the sun rises and sets and in its background the beauty of its grandeur. I see the moon and the star's light twinkle and imagine I am there in space seeing its beauty. I hear the song of the birds singing their chirps and peeps seem like an orchestra and are in unison with every movement of time. I feel a soft breeze surround my face and the smell of fresh flowers scent flowing past my nose. I can taste a honeysuckle just by imagining I was a bee. God shows me many things that allow me to place on an art canvas a wall or just a small piece of paper. my mind sees hears smells tastes and feels things that are lovely and of good report and I dwell on those things. I use my senses my feelings and my ability to paint draw and sketch everything God allows me to create to show people that there is light in the darkness a scent of beauty in a flower and a scent in the wind. I refine renew refresh and restore through graphics to make the images I create stand tall like a mountain so high that even God can see from heaven. I make every dream a reality every vision a story and use God-given creativity to give it a name and reason and purpose. In my mind and heart butterflies can talk birds can sing rain can fall from heaven and bathe us all with life and love. We are the artwork of God's creation. we live we breathe and at God's appointed time we die but our memories live on through pictures of days gone by. just for a minute forget the troubled times and trials of this world and concentrate what what is good lovely and of good report and think of those things. Thats how primitive prophetic art is created. the flower fades away the sun and the moon are blocked for the night the butterflies and the birds are nuzzled in their beds in the trees and the smell of the air is crisp and cool. Art preserves that memory it can never fly away. Just like a picture of days gone by it remains alive only by image. much is given and much is taken away but the memory lives on forever in every image. Every stroke of the brush every color of the paint and what it creates can preserve something beautiful for us all and generations to come. God gave me this ability and I must preserve its beauty. when you place my art on your wall not only are you placing it there as a thing of beauty but you are also in possession of a part of me that will never grow old and die.! God is the artist and I am the instrument in which he uses to show that the sun rises and falls the birds sing the winds blow.without that thre would be no trees in the woods no sunrises and sunsets no sand between our toes and no beach to walk on.!thats what art means to me.!
