Why Art?

Finally the time has come! I try to push my peacock feathers down as I say that my art class has come around to where I only hoped it would. I feel more respected by the Professor and the other art students as I take charcoal in hand. Sure the comment "You really capture the *blankityblank-ness* about those toes." doesn't seem like a great compliment (being somewhat profane), however, coming from that scary art snob behind his easel, I enjoyed hearing it.
Although everyone, including myself, enjoys to be admired in some way, I do not by any means draw to be praised or to impress (contrary to my last post, I realize ;) Unless, of course, impression is more literally taken, as in 'one is making a lasting impression on the viewer.' No, my intentions are deeper.
(Shamefully) I would often ask myself growing up "Why do I want to be an artist? Shouldn't I be something more? Something, well, useful, respectable, or otherwise helpful to the world?"And I did cause myself some tears and anguish this way. Yet, art has always had a grip on my heart. Other hobbies I could take or leave as soon as the next tide came in, but drawing, and later painting, were things I always thought about. Things I always knew I needed to do.
Why? Why is it that something like rubbing sticks onto paper would hold me so? I do believe I know- It is what the Lord has given me.
To me, Shading the contours of a still life feels like hugging a good friend. There is not one other job or activity that feels like it's hugging back. It's like I was made for drawing.
I an artist not (only) to produce the best works in my power, but to use the gifts and joys God has given while He allows to do his will. I have few great and grand plans for my art future. I only know that no matter what I do, He has plans for me in art and things far beyond.

I feel a Chariots of Fire viewing is needed....

These are

good things to remember:

1. Carrots and Peanut Butter. It's a surprisingly good combo.
2. Always draw to impress your art prof and that one guy that is better than you.
3. Take advantage of free minutes.

I have specifically taken these into consideration and found them useful. I hope you may do the same.

A day of Sun

Haiku

Vapors Dissipate
Smells of lilac and smoke loom
Grasses, please catch me

Enough with Numbers!

Diesel Jeans, Dancing Companies, Neck-to-knee Daisy Stems, Beads and Secrets, Colorado Trips, Frisbee Tackles, Starbucks Walks, Midnight Star-gazing, Gazebo Sitting, Sun soaking, Laughing, Giggling, Side-splitting!
And it wasn't even the weekend...

5th

40 years ago, my mother loved this.
She still remembered all the words.
She still loves it.

I found it inspiring.

4th

You know, I really am thankful.....

BUT I'm way too INSPIRED.

I think I just need another month at this...

SO, in the last Three days, I was inspired to write a song. Some of you might think "Oh whatever everyone does that. How hard is it really?"
Why don't you try and write a good one and let me know how that goes.

Well, today I finished my three day song and I was happy... That doesn't happen. I believe it was done in Divine Power and I will stand by that.

3rd

Thank goodness! It has finally happened....
It's coming, June 22nd...
I AM PUMPED.
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2nd

I find myself thinking (worrying) about major problems of the world, and ways to fix them.
Fuel Problems, for instance, I often ponder. I think Why are we using so much fuel? How can we stop using so much fuel? What would be our replacement for this high emissions producing non-green thing called fuel? Why do I care about fuel at all I barely drive a car?
All questions lead to one thing- me in complacency about the world and all I was thinking about was a bunch of gas.
Well here is something I am Thankful for. I am thankful that it is all the Lord's. Our money, our time, our friends, our jobs, our thoughts, our fuel...
I'm thankful we belong to a God who knows exactly what is going on. He is in control.
I love that He cares.

May 1st

Wow. Today I am Thankful...
Thankful for great friends come home.
Thankful for a leather-bound notebook from Florence.
Thankful for a good team fighting for freedom.
For walking legs and breathing lungs.
For people who inspire.

This month I am Thankful.