… watching for the brushstrokes of God
“And so by fateful chance the Negro folk-song — rhythmic cry of the slave — stands today not simply as the sole American music, but as the most beautiful expression of human experience born this side the seas.” W.E.B. Du Bois, The Souls of Black Folk
What songs rise from your experience?
Air, wind, breath, Spirit – all invisible and without form or color or texture yet giving life and shape to everything.
How are you invisibly sustained?
“No” is a complete sentence. ~Anne Lamott
What is the invitation?
“To be an artist it is necessary to live with the eyes wide open, to breathe in the colors of mountain and sky, to know the sound of leaves rustling, the smell of snow, the texture of bark.” ~ Jan Phillips
How do you live with eyes wide open?
The beauty of art is that it allows you to slow down, and for a moment, things that once seemed unfamiliar become precious to you. ~ Kehinde Wiley
What do you notice when you slow down?
Every bird has a song to sing, each are given wings to fly and soar. Sparrow, robin or wren have what they need, ask the birds of the sky and they will tell you.
What is your song to sing?
With the Eyes of the Heart 