Friday, June 15, 2012
"A Familiar Path", plein air, 9x12, oil
I have spent a lot of time this past week thinking about my life as it relates to art. What I have discovered helped me realize that taking time for introspection can be a good thing once in a while.
First off, I could not believe how many people went out of their way to contact me out of concern for my doldrums. Collectors, friends, family, fellow artists, and church members all took a piece of their own precious time to write to me or call me and try to help me sort out my feelings. Many said prayers. I was totally overwhelmed by all the love and support!
I realized many things over the past week, not the least of which is the fact that most of the people I know , even casual acquaintances, are beautiful, caring and love-filled people brimming with gifts to overflowing and giving of themselves when others are in need, either mentally, physically or spiritually.
I also realized after a week without a paintbrush that I would miss art tremendously if I gave it up altogether!
Most imprtantly, I realized that God has given me a gift, and He expects me to USE that gift!
First off, let me just say that I don't consider myself gifted. One of the reasons that I felt I should stop painting is because I feel extremely mediocre as artists go. That being said, no matter what you think of yourself it is not a good thing to underestimate how your art affects others! I found that out this week, and some of the messages from collectors literally brought me to tears. What I think of my art is irrelevant. If my art blesses others, than I am blessed, and that's the main point that I have been missing.
We all have different gifts. Some people have the gift of giving, others, the gift of music, others the gift of conversation. Still others have the gift of perseverance, writing, prayer, comedy, joy, hospitality, cooking and the gifts go on and on and on!
We are all created as individuals and if that were not the case it would be a boring world indeed!
Today, I picked myself up, went out into the heat and humidity and painted right down the street from my house. I painted for an hour and a half and felt very happy afterwards that I had made the effort. I also resolved to not change one single thing about the painting I had done when I got it home, something I am apt to do after painting plein air.
I am taking my painting journey a step at a time, but for now it was definitely a good day.
Thank-you friends for lifting me up. I love you all, and especially Diana and Carol, who know me even better than I know me!