I got out a big piece of paper and splotted (yes a real word to me) down some paint and smeared it around. Is it art? No, at least not yet. It may never be, that is not the point. I put a fame on it anyway. My spirit is lifted and I am inspired to do more experimentation.
What began as an an exercise in color quickly became medicine for my overwhelm and confusion. Not because it solved anything, but because play is high, holy grace.
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I dare you roam the children's art section and pick up something colorful to play with. Double dare you to get really messy in the process.
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You cannot explain me with "isms." They are very bad for an artist. What one must believe in is color.
-Marc Chagall
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Spring becomes official this week here in the northern hemisphere. Things are coming to life after their winter rest. I am noticing the "weeds" growing up through the hard earth, the sidewalk cracks, the broken asphalt, and I think that if they can make their way in a broken world then maybe I can too. I find weeds very hopeful. Annoying at times, but isn't hope sometimes annoying too?
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A blessing for your week:
