Unblest good is Ill

Ill that God blesses is our good,

And unblest good is ill.

And all is right that seems wrong,

If it be His sweet will.

– Frederick W. Faber

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Morning love

There’s so much I love about the morning. I never see myself as a morning person only because I struggle with waking up- but once I’m up I’m wide eyed most days enjoying the brilliance of the new fresh day.

This morning during my walk I was besotted with the liquid sunshine and shadows, shades of green on the trees, early signs of spring on the wild berry plants and textures all around. The creativity in nature is like a candy store to an attuned mind.

“The morning light bathes me with pulsating rays of your loyal love

Morning draws me into your heart, submerging me in your sea of unfailing love…” Meditating on Psalm143.8

The Beauty of Passing by

A nice crisp morning walk is one of my daily blessings. I really feel bereft when I’m unable to indulge in one as a result of sickness or a late night induced sleep in.

One of the reasons I enjoy my walks is that I love observing and taking in the beauty or quirkiness of the houses I pass by. I try to work out the personalities who live in each house from the type of house and yard they have – I can tell by a mailbox that the owners love sci-fi or are artistic; some yards suggest that a free spirit lives in there; and then some houses only tell me that the owners are rich. I never get tired of walking by the same houses but I get even more thrilled by an impromptu walk in an unfamiliar suburb. I also enjoy imagining if the homes I’m passing by are happy or sad or so so; sometimes I can smell the aroma of breakfast and this makes me smile as my tummy rumbles in anticipation of my own breakfast. I’m sure this is a subject I will keep playing around with in my art practice and I look forward to the opportunity. It’s fantastic to enjoy the little blessings of the mundane.

This sketchbook exploration was with markers and colour pencils.

Peace abiding

Peace, be still. How do you get peace and keep it? Does peace mean the absence of chaos, turbulence and dark despair or is peace inspite of these? Can peace sit with turmoil or does peace disappear once storms are on the horizon? Is peace a companion of hope and joy or is peace a loner?

These questions are what I was exploring with this artwork.

Mixed media on paper

Beauty on the other side of ‘Good’

I learned so much from embarking on this painting. Not only did I learn techniques, but I got some life lessons for the journey.

Below was the first step of the process

I was having a blue day and decided to paint my feelings. I wasn’t sure if this woman was dead or alive but she was lifeless in a way. Numb? Dead to the world? Who knows. I just resonated with her.

I was OK with it for some months. Then as laughter began to seep back into my life, scattered like wild flowers here and there, I began to think of moving her on to a new season of life. I wanted her to be calm with an inward peace that didn’t sway by external events. I also wanted to show that she was now looking after herself, appreciating her self and realizing she is beautiful.

So I gave her face a makeover

Then proceeded to surround her with wild flowers

At this stage I felt she was good. I was OK with the painting. In fact I was quite happy. Then came that niggling feeling that there was more. What would happen if I pushed a bit more? Would I lose what I had achieved so far or end up somewhere beautiful? I could imagine it but it wasn’t clear and I didn’t know if I was up to it. But I took a chance and…

Arrived on the other side of good and found beauty. Story of my life. There’s more on the other side of good but it’s a risk.