empower

This weekend I had the privilege of hanging out with my friend....we painted and listened to worship music and it was peaceful. I loved it.   As I was painting I realized...art understands me.  I told my friend this, which sounded dorky and dramatic when it came out, but it really does.  It calms me down, its creation, its gratifying, its beautiful, its empowering.  Whenever I feel upset or unworthy or overwhelmed, there is something about sitting in front of a canvas, a sketchbook, or in a metals studio cutting copper or in a printmaking studio etching a zinc plate- its beauty.

My mom has this pin that says, "Art saves me"... and I don't know if I completely say I agree with it... but I do believe that Christ used art to captivate me, to romance me, to make me fall in love with Him.