I’m reading a beautiful book by Cindy West called “Saying Yes”. It’s one of those great books that I read with a highlighter in one hand and mark all the quotes I’ll want to read again. It’s those quotes that affect you and get your mind ticking, your heart beating and your foot tapping (yes, it’s possible to do all three at once!) 😉
We all sometimes feel like life squelches the artist inside us, whether it’s circumstances, busyness, conflicts, the industry or lack of opportunity. It’s good to sometimes stop and think what it is we’ve left behind that maybe we should dust off and re-discover. What is it that makes creating something so beautiful and fulfilling, to have something you’re proud to have been a part of?
Definition of ARTIST
art·ist noun ˈär-tist
1: one who professes and practices an imaginative art
2 : a person skilled in one of the fine arts
3: a skilled performer
4: one who is adept at something
What does being an artist mean to you?
Art that matters-truly great art-shows you more of who you are, or more of who you’d like to become. “Great art,” says British art expert Sister Wendy Beckett, “is something that, when experienced lifts you out of yourself, puts you in another dimension and places you back down transformed.”
I knew I wanted my life to matter. I simply wanted to use my creativity in a way that would move beyond the defenses of the human heart and change it forever.
“Becoming an artist” isn’t something that typically appears on the 10 Things I Want to Be When I Grow Up list. It just doesn’t seem to fit within society’s demands. It never registered in my brain that the creative things I’d so joyously engaged in as a kid, could actually equate to God’s design for my future.
Who along the way has influenced your artistic tendencies?
Sure, the stresses of life can be overwhelming as years tick by and obligations add up. But every time “life” wins a victory-however small- another canvas gets covered up and placed in the back of the closet, another brush gets laid down, another song goes unsung…
Twenty years after the canvas had disappeared into the closet, this mother; wife, cook, veritable taxi driver and friend reclaimed her status as artist. She discovered her spark of passion for painting was not only still there, but that it had welled up into a raging fire.