He raised up for them David as king, to whom also He gave testimony and said, “I have found David the son of Jesse, a man after My own heart, who will do all My will.”
We are on day 168 of 15 days to slow the spread.
“Making the Art.”
It’s part of my tagline on this blog, because that’s one of the things I do.
Sometimes my art is creating theater. Sometimes it’s writing. Sometimes it’s visual art.
So, when I had a chance to sit for seven days and watch the sunrise over the Atlantic, I wanted to create art. Visual art.
Seven mornings. Seven spectacular sunrises. All of them different.
As I often do when I see the beauty of creation, I sat there and snickered, no really, at the thought that this just happened.
You know…nothing banged into nothing then poof…sand crabs.
I simply cannot fathom how anyone can look at the splendor and intricacies of creation and think it just evolved.
Don’t get me wrong, I think it happened systematically. In fact, Genesis tells us that. So, whether you believe in a literal seven days or seven billion years God’s pattern of creation is there.
I will never look at a sunrise, or a sunset (I would kill in that role), or a bumblebee and think there’s any other possibility than the work of a Master Designer.
There’s something about being at the beach that makes me want to create art. I’m not talking about the kitschy art that you find in all the beach shops, although I can have fun looking at that, and bless those who can make a profit creating it.
We missed our chance to do the art shows this year. We were at the end of the season. But I love going to the art show in Manteo when the week hits right, or walking through other galleries.
It makes me dream that I can make beautiful art like that. That I can wield a paint brush or a pen and create wonderful landscapes or seascapes.
Narrator: He tries, but he’s not that good.
The truth is, I’m better at graphic design than I am at painting or drawing. I can do some pretty cool stuff with Photoshop or Publisher, and a few other programs that I’m still learning.
Being at the beach, being in nature makes me want to create.
I had to wonder, does wanting to create make me a man after God’s own heart?
I’d like to think so but I’m no theologian. Asking that question pretty well proves that.
Still, I think the desire to create things, to write things, to make things happen is part of how God created me.
I’ve always been attracted to the visual arts.
Not only did I win the senior art award when I graduated from high school (I’ll pause whilst you think about how impressed you are), I was accepted to Virginia Tech as an art major.
Maybe that’s why when I posted one of the most dramatic sunrises from last week, my high school creative writing teacher said “might have to paint this one.”
My. Creative. Writing. Teacher.
While I studied at Virginia Tech, I didn’t get my degree from there. I ended up where I was supposed to be at Asbury University, where I went through three majors, none of them art.
So here I am thinking that I want to create art, and knowing that I should be writing.
The struggle is real.
It would be less of a struggle had Publishers Clearinghouse knocked on my door last night. I mean, they assured me they had the directions.
Somewhere in my balancing out what the priorities are, I’ll find the time to do some art. I’m just not sure of the medium. I mean, sure there’s photoshop, and I have a decent set of supplies for painting with acrylics. Water colors and oils scare me.
Part of me thinks that I’m too busy, and too old to seriously pursue creating art.
Then again, Grandma Moses started painting at age 78. So, I guess I’ve got a few years to think about it.
If I could only figure out how to think about it on the beach.