There’s something about the smell of art supplies. The sweet enticement to see just how much of a mess you can make while trying to arrive at the final product of beauty you’ve envisioned. You’re lost in a charcoal haze cut only by the colors in oil designing your hands. With sleeves rolled up, you’re too far in to turn back now. Or ever. The most beautiful thing is that you don’t even have to be a master artist to feel the draw of this practice. This abandon, this fearlessness that comes in creating is as natural as breathing. This artist’s metaphor for life has reminded me recently that there cannot be beauty without there first being a mess. We cannot have new created marvels to behold with first deciding to dive in, inhibitionless. You make the dive with ease, emboldened by the draw of the promise of a glorious end. You may have to fend off a few sharks; dart around, climb over, or squeeze through a reef, or even disentangle yourself from some constricting, clingy seaweed but through and through; this is freedom.
0 Comments
|
Author4th grade teacher. Writer. Justice-seeker. Encourager. CrossFitter. John 11:40. Archives
July 2017
Categories |