The first time I ever felt artistic was May 9, 2003 (age 45), even though I was creative before that. I just didnt recognize it. Here's a link to that story. It's my very first blog entry, after coming up with the title for my site.
Before that, in the mid 1990s, I spearheaded an art appreciation program at the Christian school where our daughters were attending. It was called Picture Parent and there was a 2-hour training program for volunteers. I was called upon by the museum-trained docent to select a painting from a stash of prints on the table and explain why I liked it. A mild panic attack set in. I couldnt think of anything to say. Thankfully, I spotted two prints, both head studies of young girls. In front of the group, I held them up, stating that they reminded me of my own daughters and what type of artistic expression I wanted them to emulate. That's why I wanted to be involved.
What did Edith write and I read years ago that cleared up my view of art and artists?
Chapter One, The First Artist.
Specifically, the Amos reference ~
For behold, He who forms mountains and creates the wind
And declares to man what are His thoughts,
He who makes dawn into darkness
And treads on the high places of the earth,
The Lord God of hosts is His name.
Therefore, because God (The Creator, The First Artist) knows me (called me), I must be artistic. By definition, I can create and be creative. Look for it. It's there. He tells me what to think. That's how I know what to do.
Furthermore, the first chapter is an appropriately-placed apology, a defense of doctrine that is Truth, vital to daily living and worldview. It lays the groundwork for implementing the practical aspects of the following 13 chapters.
Schaeffer's reference to Isaiah 61 is the call to action.
Let's get busy.
Acrylic on Canvas
10" x 14"
Sunday, April 28, 1968
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