Of course, I’d love to make a living as an artist. But it takes some pressure off to just create art to make my soul grow, for heaven’s sake.
I’m getting ready for my second year in a community art show this weekend and trying not to be nervous about getting everything together. You can read about my first art show here. It will help me to remember that the show I participated in last year was ultimately a spiritual experience for me. It’s something I was meant to do since I was 10 years old and spent much of my free time drawing dogs and horses. But now, I’m mostly painting angels.
For years, I’ve heard myself say, “I’m supposed to be painting angels.” So, I’m taking more time to honor that message which could be from my mom who collected angels until she became one.
Most of my work is done on pieces of re-claimed wood. I did the painting below about 10 years ago, but just added the little angel on the flower a few days ago.
This next one, “Forest Angel” I also painted on reclaimed wood. She’s one of my favorites.
The next piece, I call “Convergence.” I’ve been working on it for about a month now. I use the knot holes in the wood for the angels faces, or a halo. One thing led to another, and another.
This post was inspired by the angels and by Lorrie Bowden who writes about claiming her identity as an artist this way:
“…..as I lift the veils that shroud my eyes I feel a certain power emanating, flowing, rising to the surface of my world. I embrace it with open arms and welcome a lost lamb home.”
Thank you, Lorrie! I celebrate with you as we welcome home our creative arts, and our creative hearts!