So many memories in my heart today... three years since one beautiful adventure ended, and one month until another beautiful one begins...
Sunday, January 27, 2013
Saturday, January 5, 2013
heart spillings
Recently, I have taken up painting. I don't know what first stirred the desire in my soul. Perhaps it's an itching of the heart to express oneself that tickles the fingertips into action; but for whatever reason, I found myself with a paintbrush in my hands and a blank canvas on my lap.
I now love painting.
I love the intimacy of having a canvas to splash your soul upon, and this may be why I will never look at art the same again, for who can judge that which a person chooses to express? Who can critique an outpouring of the heart? Art may be created for the eyes to see, but it's meant to provoke the heart and stir the soul. What one creates is the result of a provoked soul itself, in all it's inspiration and frustration and consideration... it's a beautiful thing. How much more beautiful to touch someone else's soul through art?
I feel such freedom when I sit down to paint, for the moments that I have a paintbrush in my hand, I am not agonizing over what people want to see. I am free to unleash myself. I pay no mind to who will care if I paint a brushstroke here or there... my soul is battering at the door of my consciousness and who am I to cage it?
I kind of wonder if this is how God felt as He created the world. And when you think of painting and how you can pour your heart into an expression of yourself... how much more so did God do that with us? That is so exciting to me. I love the thought of God pouring Himself into me when He created me. I love thinking of Him painting the sunrises and sunsets for my pleasure... He is my favorite artist.
I like thinking I was made to express my love for Him. I was made to be creative and write and paint and dance and sing and give glory to the One who poured Himself into creating me first, loving me first.
Kind of amazing, isn't it?
I now love painting.
I love the intimacy of having a canvas to splash your soul upon, and this may be why I will never look at art the same again, for who can judge that which a person chooses to express? Who can critique an outpouring of the heart? Art may be created for the eyes to see, but it's meant to provoke the heart and stir the soul. What one creates is the result of a provoked soul itself, in all it's inspiration and frustration and consideration... it's a beautiful thing. How much more beautiful to touch someone else's soul through art?
I feel such freedom when I sit down to paint, for the moments that I have a paintbrush in my hand, I am not agonizing over what people want to see. I am free to unleash myself. I pay no mind to who will care if I paint a brushstroke here or there... my soul is battering at the door of my consciousness and who am I to cage it?
I kind of wonder if this is how God felt as He created the world. And when you think of painting and how you can pour your heart into an expression of yourself... how much more so did God do that with us? That is so exciting to me. I love the thought of God pouring Himself into me when He created me. I love thinking of Him painting the sunrises and sunsets for my pleasure... He is my favorite artist.
I like thinking I was made to express my love for Him. I was made to be creative and write and paint and dance and sing and give glory to the One who poured Himself into creating me first, loving me first.
Kind of amazing, isn't it?
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