Psalm 124: 4-6
The flood would have engulfed us, the torrent would have swept over us, the raging waters would have swept us away. Praise be to the Lord, who has not let us be torn by their teeth.
This has been my life for a couple years now. I've let the deep mire of a diagnosis of fibromyalgia engulf me, the pain control my days, the restrictions steal my joy. I've decided it will go on no more. Thanks be to a God that carries me through these times when I can't seem to make it on my own.
In dealing with this I've given up art for the most part. Or I've let the creativity seep out of me until I thought myself an untalented hack. I think the devil wants to keep us mired in sadness, self pity and frustration. However, I've decided recently that I don't care if I can't create on my own, from imagination. I'm going to paint. I'm going to throw things at paper and canvas and see if I like it. I'm going to blatantly sketch pictures right from the inspiring things I see on Pinterest with no guilt involved.
My daughter recently started back to school, homeschool, unschool, whatever we're labeling it this year. It means she is picking her own projects to complete and she designed her own art course for the year. She's plastered the corner of our kitchen with plastic bags, plastic tablecloth on the floor and declared it her splatter paint area. This has inspired me to throw a canvas up on the wall and just paint. It's kind of fun having a designated area.
I thought it was about time I quit ignoring my favorite little art blog and start sharing my creations: successes and failures. Doesn't matter. As long as I'm painting (or stitching, weaving, drawing, whatever strikes my fancy!) Can't wait to show you!
Just a look at one piece. Final showing to come.