07/06/2023
today I turn 34!! I am so grateful to have had breath for 34 years.
For me art has been synonymous with spiritual formation. My own plans involved hustle-harder-and-scale. I had an encounter with God that changed me. He spoke intimate identity to me in a way that changed my heart. Then He told me to paint.
This thought was completely foreign to my brain.
Since then I have learned..
creating art involves getting quiet, allowing myself to get bored, allowing my mind and body to rest, allowing myself to play, listening to God, being ok with inefficiency, not comparing my perspective with anybody else’s. Choosing to see the greater beauty that co-exists in the place of great pain. Sometimes choosing to create that beauty as an act of defiance against great pain. Believing that God knew what He was talking about when He told me to paint, and facing a blank canvas again.
This is a partial explanation of the way, painting saved my life. God saved my life—but in this colorful, embodied way. I immediately realized, I have nothing to gain from my own ideas, and everything to find in surrender. God gave me a voice with art.
Painting is less about how I make my money and more about how I spend my time. My love language is time—how I spend it reflects my values. For the rest of my days—my mind, my body, my breath, my hands, respond to the Creator who gave me life, and then gave me purpose in such a beautiful way. He is worthy. He is beautiful too.