working artists round 2 now underway

We started a new twelve week session of the Working Artist's Initiative, Cleveland West (my unofficial title) about a month ago...which looks like it is going to be longer than 12 weeks in duration. First there was Seek Week at the church, which conflicted with our first meeting, and it seemed like a better use of an evening to spend it talking with God so a few of us gathered for corporate prayer.
Two weeks later, we had a great first meeting, with three new faces that were last minute adds - which gives us a bigger group than the six we're supposed to have, but not enough to launch a second group. I'm hopeful that after this session someone in our group will want to branch out and start another - I really want to see a local network develop.
Then the weather went the way the weather has been going this winter - and deposited several inches of snow in bitter cold on the day we were to meet again, making the driveway of the home where we are currently meeting impassible. So no meeting. I'm eager to get back together this coming week. We have some really talented people - all writers and visual artists - and some really interesting projects. We'll have to figure out as a group how to handle the extra folks - whether to double up on presentations some nights or add extra meetings to our schedule.
I'm working on (OK, mostly not working, staring at the next canvas) of the Raven series. I cranked out one painting and an waiting for a warmer day - next week perhaps - so I can open a window when I varnish it. It went relatively well... and then I got completely blocked on the next canvas. No clear vision. Praying, searching for images, getting more and more frustrated...I finally have shelved it for the moment and am working on a piece that is purely experimental, to see how a canvas interacts with collage and perhaps some other media. It's a breath of fresh air. Walt says I have a "Louvre complex". He may be right - so I am enjoying just playing right now with no investment in the results.
I've also been doing research on the business of art; how and where to have giclee prints made, how to price art, etc. This is the part of making art that I used to hate and am trying to love. Technology has made it so much easier - with digital on demand printing, on-line galleries, and the ability to show your portfolio - at least initially - in digital images via email instead of carting a bunch of stuff to a gallery only to discover they're not really interested in it after all. I'm encouraged and excited to see where all of this goes... it's God's project and I am along for the ride.

under the microscope

I love the Working Artist's Initiative! We completed our first group in November and another group is about to start. It was so wonderful both for accountability and to have other creative people to talk to - for support and encouragement, and just to have someone who speaks my language. I was able to complete five paintings. God is so good, he sent me a woman of many talents, one of which is being an amazing professional photographer. Kelly Tooman took photos of my first batch of work, which I just learned how to watermark and I'm excited to share them.
This is my Under the Microscope series, all of which are loosely based on microscopic images. I became fascinated by how beautiful God's designs are at a microscopic level. These patterns were always there from the beginning, even though we weren't able to see them until relatively recently. I think He really loved making them, and then was waiting, like a proud father, for his children to unwrap and share his delight in a surprise gift that had been prepared thousands, and perhaps millions of years before.

Axons 24X48 Acrylic

Liposomes 36X36 Mixed Media

Micro Structures 2 30X36 Acrylic

Lycopodeum 24X24 Acrylic

Micro Structures 130X36 Mixed Media

accountability

So, once again, I can't believe how long it's been since I posted and how much has changed. Those changes have been especially powerful in the past couple of months. After a long period of waiting, much of it dependent on Walt's continuing recovery from heart surgery and related conditions, I can see  - well, feel more than see - God moving in both of our lives in powerful ways. I'm not at all sure where he is taking us, but there are a few things I do know. That itchiness to return to making art really got rekindled during my July staycation. For twelve glorious days I journaled, bought and read books, visited museums and thrift shops, hung out with my husband and old and new friends, pinned, checked out websites, read backlogged email, decluttered my house, walked in the park, rode my bike and worked out.

I got launched on a journey of - well, I was going to say self-discovery but that's not quite right. Perhaps finding out who I really am in Christ. Not the person I thought I should be, but a recovery of the gifts and talents and point of view that God gave me. When I first became a Christian, I still carried a lot of baggage about what I thought that meant and I was very fearful that who I was was not acceptable. It's taken me a while to sort that out enough to be able to embrace the creative spirit God made me to be. I'm much more confident in His love and care for me which makes the opinions of others shrink in importance.

I've been using this book from Janice Elsheimer of late. It's a Christian version of "The Artist's Way" by Julia Cameron. I love it and hate it at the same time, which probably means it's doing me good.

A good friend told me to look up Makoto Fujimura , which I did. He is an amazing and generous artist and Christ follower who founded IAM (International Arts Movement) which led me to The Working Artists Initiative.. Genius! It's been set up to solve the exact problem I've been having, which is to create good consistent work habits that will hopefully stay with me for the rest of my life. They sent me a leader's packet that will help me to set up a 12 week, six member multi-disciplinary accountability group. I have five interested artists and writers and am prayerfully looking for one more. It's kind of comforting to know that enough other people have this same issue so that someone actually came with a solution.

after Frankenstorm...

Here's the inside cover and first page. Kind of a mess from a technical standpoint, but hey, I'm learning how the materials behave. For instance, tissue paper when wet with Modgepodge pulls on the paper beneath it. I had to glue two pages of the notebook together to create enough structure to support the first page and it still pulled, bent and wrinkled. I'm not complaining, just observing and making notes. It may be that this quality will be useful in the future. Also some colors of Sharpie Extra Fine Point Markers run when wet with ModgePodge (dark green) and some do not. I think this page has a very childlike quality to it and it was childlike fun to make. I'm excited to see what's next.

So it's November 3rd, and I'm posting on gratitude daily on Facebook this month. It's a good spiritual discipline for me - I've been feeling a little lost and discouraged the past week so it will help me keep it in perspective. We're just a few days out from being pounded by Hurricane Sandy and we had very little damage. Our power was out for a night, internet down for a couple of days and some minor roof damage and leaking at home and glitchy phones and computer service at work. I am so grateful that we are OK. I pray that no matter what people are going through, that God will use this to draw many to Him and to each other. An event like this puts stuff into a perspective that I forget when things are going well. It makes me think of one of my favorite scripture verses from one of my favorite books (and one of the very few I've memorized);

“Fear not, for I have redeemed you;
    I have called you by name, you are mine.
² When you pass through the waters, I will be with you;
    and through the rivers, they shall not overwhelm you;
when you walk through fire you shall not be burned,
    and the flame shall not consume you.
³ For I am the Lord your God, the Holy One of Israel, your Savior."               Isaiah 43: 1b-3

Art journaling for Jesus

After much delay from a variety of sources, here is the front and back cover of my first attempt at Art Journaling for Jesus. The delays were caused by lack of focus, lack of sleep, logistics, time crunch, garden variety artist self esteem issues, and competing responsibilities. I'm not in love with the finished product so much myself, but I enjoyed the process and I love the possibilities. I will definitely continue - now I have to fill it up. I hope He likes it.

I've been thinking and talking about the restoration of the sacred to art. Thinking about re-reading Francis Schaeffer's "How Should We Then  Live" which examines the loss of the sacred in thought and culture, including the arts. And thinking about how so much of what passes for Christian art and music today is commercial schlock - nauseatingly sweet and devoid of power. I'm not saying I'm so great or that I've got the inside scoop from the Holy Spirit on what it should sound like or look like. I do know that there's little out there that moves me into a closer experience of the divine - and much that has the opposite effect - and makes me want to apologize to non-Christians for all those big-eyed figurines and flowery teacups with Bible verses printed on them.

...on art journaling

I' ve been away from the blog for a while, I know, and a lot has happened. The church went through transition - with the founding pastor "passing the baton" (literally) to the pastor I serve as an administrative assistant. It was a beautiful, emotional and well done. My husband Walt had an appointment with his cardiologist and was discharged, which freed him up emotionally to move on with his life. Our LIFE Leadership business is revving up. I took a week of badly needed vacation time. Well, it was a staycation, and it took me most of the week to unwind with a mixture of rest and activity, mostly aimed at trying to get our badly neglected house back into shape. It'a amazing how bad things can get when you begin in a disorganized state and add a year of serious illness. Although the house is by no means in "lets have company over" condition, I made progress and that was very satisfying.

The biggest reason for my absence has been that I haven't been sure what I wanted this blog to be. And truthfully, my vision for it hasn't distilled completely, but toward the end of my time off I started to feel really antsy about starting to make art again. My space to make art is really limited & there are no funds to rent a studio, which was frustrating to me because I like to work big, really big, and that just wasn't going to happen. And then one day when I was noodling around on Pinterest, I "stumbled across" a bunch of people who are into art journaling. I'm fascinated. Beautiful, thought provoking, awkward, funny, raw and revealing, this art form really struck a chord with me, and it can be done on my dining room table. Here are some examples of pages created by other artists.

 
 
I found these on a fabulous  blog. To visit and see a lot more beautiful and provocative arty contributions, go here.

One of the things that struck me in looking at this stuff, and the many other pages I researched was that there is very little art journaling by Christian artists. The spirituality reflected in the majority of the work is relativistic, and some of it is downright sticking it in God's eye. We've come a very long way from the days when all art was sacred. Art reflects the artist's search for meaning and the culture that she lives in, and lets face it, we're living in a largely empty, status and entertainment oriented world. Looking at most art today simultaneously makes me swoon at the beauty (if it's good) and sad. I remember all of the stuff I made, trying to make sense of the world, yearning for God yet not ever satisfied, until Jesus "found me" and I experienced the peace that passes all understanding. I see that same quest reflected in the hearts of other artists, and I pray that He will find them, too. So that's what's happening in my heart and mind these days when I'm not working on other things.

I've started working on my first journal pages and hope to share them here soon.

Uncool

I'm thinking about how it got to be so uncool to be an Evangelical Christian. Was it always so? And if not when did things get turned around? Was it the Big Haired Televangelists that are responsible, or did it happen much earlier? 

I've been listening to Chris Brady's "So Dark the Con of Man'" among other things and musing on just how uncool we are. And the total irony that I used to be one of the people who thought all Evangelicals were idiots who couldn't think their way out of a paper bag. And then I met some really smart, funny, thoughtful Christians, and I was baffled. I tried to reconcile what I was experiencing with what I "knew to be true". Ha! I had to admit, my worldview was inaccurate, or at least incomplete. How could these brilliant minds subscribe to such an uncool and intolerant worldview? Wasn't it obvious that the only sensible viewpoint was the "There are as many paths to God as there are people", "truth is relative and situational" view that I embraced? 

Besides the fact that I now knew several Evangelicals and not one of them had Big Hair or railed at me about how I was headed on the next train to hell, there was another little fact that was gnawing at me. For all of the stuff I had tried (from Native American sweat lodges to Hindu Goddess ceremonies and a whole lot of other stuff in between) none of it had produced happiness or made me into a better, more compassionate person. I could not discount the evidence that was piling up that I was on the wrong track somehow, despite what my culture told me. 


The crack in my cosmic armor  was widening enough for our friend Dave to drive in the wedge. The conversation went something like this. Me "I don't believe the Bible is true." Dave "Have you ever read the Bible?" Me "Well...no." Dave "Then how can you say it's not true?" Me "Ummm". Then he triple-dog-dared me to read it.

Now since I had quite a bit of pride about being open-minded and all, and also culturally literate and well-read, it occurred to me that I really should read it "Since even though I don't believe it, it's such a huge influence on contemporary Western culture, I probably should". Ha-ha, this just makes me laugh now - I was so arrogant I can hardly stand it. 

It just so happened that many years before, a friend had given me a One Year Bible which had been collecting dust on a shelf. And so I read it. Warning -if you want to hang onto your identity as a cool, tolerant relativist do not read this book with an open mind. It could make you ask questions. It could make you look for a church. It could turn you into an uncool geeky friend of Jesus. 'Nuff said.