Art is surrender to creative inspiration, which I believe to be the Holy Spirit. In the thrall of Holy Spirit we express nothing but our truth. Our art becomes the voice of who we are, a divine soul created in the image of God.
“The Father and I are One.” John 10:30
Art is One. Art invites harmony, balance, oneness.
To be an artist is to take on an heroic journey. We leap aboard the great white steed of creative inspiration and allow it to take us where our truth lies. We are without armor, vulnerable. I ride in fear of the dragons waiting to devour me and my truth. I pray for the courage to express what I often know may not achieve oneness but, rather, separation from my loved ones who perceive me molded in their image. But, I am seeking to express God’s image as it is manifested through me. I am not a perfect vessel. I am a lowly creature crawling out of darkness to follow the Light, the Word. My truth is beautiful and horrid; saintly and sordid.
Still, I am loved by my Creator, unconditionally. In my Father’s eyes, I am His princess. I was created to express the truth I was created to experience. Whatever words are needed to tell my truth are sacred. My art—my voice—is sacred testament.
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Isn't it so true that we fear what people will think of us when we express our truth? How many times have I cringed when Rob or one of the boys wants to read my stories. I fear what they will discover about me, that I'm wilder than they thought I was..more shocking...more unloveable.
Keep writing, Mama, and we'll love you just the way you are.
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