March 13, 2012. It's been a long time since paint and pens and pastels and crayons were clutched in my hands. Many factors plus my own feelings have keep me from continuing art. A car accident and pain, hubby job issues, teenagers, homeschooling and plain ole' laziness and uninspiredness (is that a word?!) I can't even say I'm 'back in the saddle' because I've misplaced it.
A new medicine the doctor has put me on for pain is messing with my normalness. It makes me feel all wonky and lethargic and down. Don't like it, not going to take it anymore. But because of it, last night I was having issues, anger, depression, irritability. Couldn't really deal with anyone. Basement studio, well lets just say a tornado would have improved it... can't work down there. I knew I needed to do something to get rid of this feeling, so I tore up a bag, stole (with permission) the little's ones plain markers, crayons and pencils and spilled my guts. Let me tell you, that's therapeutic! Then, because I wanted to keep the words as reminders of where I can get to and where God has to pull me out of, I began to art them up. Here is the result.
I hesitate to use the word 'Prayer flags', like the Tibetian flags you see hanging in recent pictures over the Himalayas, used in Buddaism. But for me, they are prayers I'm sending up to God, for a little help this week. He knows all. I saw in the recent Cloth Paper Scissors that have a whole article on Prayer Flags so it must be a 'thing'... hmmm... I'm going to attach them to one another with some kind of ribbon and either hang vertical one under the other, or across like a garland. We'll see.
Scripture used:
Psalm 42:5 - Why, my soul are you downcast? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God.
I Chronicles 4:10 - Let your hand be with me and keep me from harm so that I will be free from pain.
These were just the bottom pieces of the big bag. The sides plus handles are folded up while an idea for them is percolating...
Little one came in when I was trying to write, all nosy and such and I was short with her. But inspiration (and I'm sure God's prompting) struck and instead of having her go away mad, I grabbed a scrap and made a flag for her, as a 'sorry'. Cheered her right up, me too and she used a straw to make it into a flag she put in her room. God is good.
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