Here’s what I wrote back in 2020 to accompany the watercolor image of the Grunewald Guild’s Yurt:
I cannot tell you the number of times in my creative practice that I get to say to myself, “Well, that didn’t turn out the way I was hoping.” Often I sense, in hind sight, that I was moving too fast, not allowing enough space for reflection. Healing comes in time. Participating in the mini-resurrections of my journal pages requires pausing (and maybe stepping away for a while for the hurt to soften), then seeing new possibility. I wonder what would happen if…
It’s meaningful for me to include those words because a year later (in 2021), I chose a passage from Author Bayo Akomolafe’s These Wilds Beyond Our Fences which echoes a similar sentiment.
Honestly, even the resonance that happened between my mom’s birthday card and my painting-in-process that year bear mystery beyond words.
Thank you, God, for “the universe’s hubs of unspeakable creativity.”
Written on January 4, 2020: “How intuitive is a mother’s love?! Check out my current painting compared to the card I just received from my mom… crazy and wonderful.”
“Seven Years of Wonder” is a daily look back at my creative journaling posts since 2014. I began this journey on Feb. 11, 2021, and hope to continue through Feb. 10, 2022. What am I learning about my art and faith journey thus far? What has remained constant? Where have I been changed? How is this impacting present and future art-making?
A deep bow of gratitude to you for keeping me company on this journey.