New Season

The desire to experiment brought me to the table to paint.

The result left me unattached--indifferent. I returned to look back at it many times trying to see if I missed something. Was there something hidden just beyond my mind’s grasp?

Still days later--I saw nothing that sparked interest.

Then came an accident. After some ink was spilled, I decided to take the plunge using my piece to help clean-up the mess. I pressed the paper on the puddle of ink again and again. Then lifting some off here and there with a paper towel. A new layer emerged - potential.

And then it waited.

Like a reflection of my own personality, the time came to highlight what was hidden. All of the other layers are still there, taking part in bringing me to where I am--ready to reveal the new season growing within me.

An Intersection

September 7, 2013

As is becoming more and more common, Aletheia was invited to a local event to paint. As is also common, the information that is received about the event is somewhat lacking in detail.

I must interject here that Aletheia and I are VERY different people. We are exact opposites in so many ways that we can’t help but laugh at the fact, as evidence to support the case springs forth on a daily occurrence.The amount of detail revealed about this event was just one of those cases. As I am a very detail oriented person, Aletheia looks to the big picture. The details that I would think important to know, she doesn’t even concern herself with. Through her correspondence with the organizer, she has an over-arching concept of what the event is to be and works with it.  So, the only choice I have is to flip my roll-with-it switch that is always easy to find.

A day that had a lot of uncertainties, turned out to be an amazing day filled with art, music, food and the chance to spend some much needed time in the outdoors. I also found myself marveling at the hand of God as a succession of events unfolded: God speaks to one through a dream, to another revealing a song, and yet another through the art of painting. Willing to listen, all three know little of the moment that will transpire when the song that spoke to the artist leads to a painting that was revealed in someone else’s dream. On this beautiful day in the park, as the dreamer stands next to the artist’s hand listening to the lyrics of the song, all three finally intersected to reveal a new definition of amazing.