… watching for the brushstrokes of God
I have been pondering Resmaa Menakem’s concept of clean and dirty pain. “Paradoxically only by walking into our pain or discomfort- experiencing it, moving through it, and metabolizing it – can we grow.” ~ My Grandmother’s Hands
Where are your growing edges?
Every time we put a foot on a path, a pen to paper, or a brush to the canvas we narrow the options as the actual emerges from the imagination.
Is the sky really the limit?
Art should capture the hypostasis or “the substance of things hoped” that the writer of Hebrews speaks of, to serve our culture to reveal the “evidence of things not seen.” ~ Makoto Fujimura
How do you capture the substance of hope?
“What has happened to our ability to dwell in unknowing, to live inside a question and coexist with the tensions of uncertainty?” ~ Sue Monk Kidd
We do not long remember those artists who followed the rules more diligently than anyone else. We remember those who made the art from which “the rules” inevitably followed. ~ Art & Fear
Who do you remember? What new spaces did they open up?
“This is the first and wildest thing I know: that the soul exists and is built entirely out of attentiveness.” ~ Mary Oliver
How do you pay attention to the soul?
With the Eyes of the Heart 