I am in love with Tulips but I’ve never let myself buy a bunch because they exceed the $4-$5 budget mark I subconsciously set for buying flowers for myself. Well, this weekend I decided to extravagantly gift myself a whole bunch of orange and yellow tulips and they’ve brought joy to my heart. Happy sigh.
Here’s the beginning of a love affair with myself I think…and a quick sketchbook rendition of a small tulip bunch in the vase in my room.
Have an awesome weekend folks.
I made this work to pay tribute to the love I yearn for each morning. I love the verse that inspired this: Psalm 143.8 where King David was running from his son Absalom who had just forcefully taken the kingdom from him. Out of all the troubles he’d experienced this was likely his scariest, most humiliating and he was at his lowest moment in life. In his desperate plea to God he asks him to let the morning bring him word of His unfailing love.
In my current storm many times I wake up to the sense of loss- the type you can feel in your gut and I totally relate to this plea – God let this morning bear word and proof of your passionate and unfailing love FOR me. I want to know you’re right here and that this huge hole won’t swallow me up. And somehow in the morning sunshine, the boil of a kettle, a pretty teacup, birds swooping down as they indulge in their morning play, and getting on with the responsibilities of the day, I feel that love fill up my broken places and spill over into my day.
Gouache and ink on 300gsm paper
Birdsong wakes me up and I shield my eyes from the morning sun – rays muffled by dark curtains but finding the cracks and beaming through. It’s a struggle to face another day in this journey of abandonment. Yes I’m still here, another day but still left behind.
I stumble out of bed seeking comfort. Kettle boils – cup of tea. My beautiful hot teacup radiates warmth into my soul as I sit in my nook. Breathe in…breathe out. Grace always knows where I am and soon I am enfolded.
I’ll let go of sorrow for this moment. Right now I know I’ll be fine. I wish this moment will last for the rest of my life.
Mixed media on canvas paper
You have recorded my troubles. You have kept a list of my tears – Psalm 56:8
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.
The story behind the lamp, what I didn’t know, what I now know, the heartbreak, the things I’ll never know and the grace to forget.