PROCESSING AND RESIZING
In art news: I'm reminding myself that the best thing about paint is that it allows you to try again when you screw up.
I'm working on a large portrait of a yet-to-be named woman or angel who feels entirely different than any of the collages that I've made recently. She has a painted background and I'm getting ready to try to add color copies of photographs to it which might be a bad idea or just not 'blend.' In many respects, adding the copies feels like I'm trying to put make-up on her or dress her in an outlandish outfit when she might not need it, but it also seems fun to at least try it out --so I'm going to give it a go.
In life: I've been learning about grace and/or maybe how to prioritize a few things. I keep expecting calm waters in my home, in church, in my art, etc. etc. but like a dream that I had this last week, I feel like I have a monster truck in stormy waters that I have to pull to shore (--'monster truck' being perspective). At my most spastic, I've been tempted to drop everything and walk across America or at least get in my car and drive somewhere. Sometimes, it feels like I allow whatever gear that controls the sounds that hit me (or my spirit) get out of whack. Muting or blacking out the good things and amplifying things that should have been left as white noise.
I feel like I think of grace as something that follows us or drags behind us like a clean-up wipe when in fact it leads us. I feel like these Simon and Garfunkel lyrics hit pretty close to home.
There is a girl in New York City
Who calls herself the human trampoline
And sometimes when I'm falling, flying
Or tumbling in turmoil I say
Oh, so this is what she means
She means we're bouncing into Graceland.