This is the time of year you hear comments like these: “I’m going to cut out all sugar starting January 1.” “I sure didn’t do so good with my workout plan last year, but I’m starting the gym the first of the year.” “I totally failed in my Read-through-the-Bible-in-a-Year plan. I always get stuck in Numbers.” I’m being honest. I am no optimist. I have always professed to be anti-goal making, or more aptly, resolution-phobic. Yet, recent years of learning to preach to my own heart has revealed that what appears to be perfectionism and a fear of failing is really pride and self-sufficiency. I don’t want to set goals because I don’t want to either beat myself up to succeed, or to stress myself out when, in my own strength, I cannot find the consistency to accomplish what I set out to do. And, so….for many years, there you’d […]
Just completed a special order headband for a certain somebody on a special someone’s Christmas list.
A warm thank you to all who commented on the previous post with encouragement and love. I’m so grateful to each of you who read this blog, and am humbled by your friendship. Painting is cathartic for me. It offers time to think, to create, to correct, and to begin again, and again, and again…each layer covering over the old, but revealing something of what was there previously. A painting is the sum of its parts; the accumulation of all the strokes, textures, colors, and movements of every moment up to the last. Sometimes the unobscured messy layers that lie beneath are what make it a work of art. Not unlike people.