Art education, inspiration and encouragement for children and parents in Arlington, VA
I finally reached a point where I just didn't care anymore about what anyone else thinks about my art. I just decided that I LOVED the crayon resist art lessons I was doing with the 5-8 year old children in my art classes.
One work of art in particular jumped out at me, it was a red house in a blue forest. I liked the bright, neon like glow of the red house and the mystery of the blue forest. I got that drawing out from the drawer, taped it up on my wall and declared I would work with it.
I made crayon resist houses. I cut up other similar works of resist art and turned them into collages. I worked for a few weeks and had fun. I didn't let any other thoughts come into my head except to go with what I was drawn to and to not judge or criticize myself for my art.
After a few weeks I felt I was done. I asked myself "why am I making houses that are all like drawings of a very young child?" The answers have been a revelation. It was obvious. I felt like a child myself because I lost my father recently and my mother is still here and very old and dear. My little houses were me. Yes, they are all of us, we are all children.
Then I noticed that the houses each had their own lawns detached from anything else. I feel like a house myself, floating around and trying to get my grounding. Then there is my father who has left his body and my mother who is sort of here and sort of there. And then another understanding came to me.
I have more than one home right now and I'm traveling to those homes often taking care of the people who live in those houses. When I went to Seattle for the first time to visit my husband who is on a temporary job there, I looked at the houses there. They are small, cute, simple and easy. They are creative and bright and fun, not overbearing or pretentious like the ones here in Arlington. It was as if my art was a vision. I was given a vision in order to see. I can be light and flowing, I can raise above my circumstances and situations.
What this does for me is that it shows me clearly that the Holy Spirit, the connecting Spirit that holds us all as one, in His Vision is giving me permission to embrace my truth right now as it is revealed to me in layers of meaning.
I feel guided and loved for who I am without judgement. I know I am safe and when I am open to be with the spirit I can flow into it and it into me. The art I make is a vision shared, born of desire to experience joy and be with my Father, yes my earthly father who represented my heavenly Father as I see him. My desire to be with my Father in Heaven, to feel his loving touch and to be held in his loving arms again.
"In my Father's house are many rooms; if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and take you to me, so that where I am you may also be. You know where I am going and you know the way". John 14 2-4
I'm so thankful that I have learned to use art in this way, to be open and allow for the child in me to express without judgement or fear. It is the only way to work in art. It is the only way to be creative and to flow out the things that are here for all of us to share. It is my hope that everyone can tap into this way of visioning their lives and feel God's love ever present. Just ask and be open, be willing to take a step and follow what tugs at your heart.