This week's painting is mixed media over collage of various papers.
"I'm as busy as a spider spinning daydreams...." Those are the words of an old song that inspired the title of my blog. Years ago, I had a blog that covered my fibery pursuits....spinning yarn and knitting. When I decided to start blogging again, with more of an emphasis on art, I decided to keep the name. But why?
It could be my personality, which runs a bit toward "space cadet" (I am the kind of person who puts the milk in the cupboard or walks into poles while distracted by my thoughts.}
Or it could be my artistic style, which can run toward "dreaminess".
But the imagery of a spider web is what sealed the deal for me. Like our dreams, even the ones that come true, webs are delicate, easily torn to shreds and lost. Even the ones that last as long as they should are transient, as are our very lives.
Some of my art may outlive me, but there will come a day when it is gone, disintegrated, turned to dust or ash.
I like to remember this as I go through my days, and though I can find the reality of this truth painful, it doesn't flatten me.
Because Christ died for my sins; because of the hope of the resurrection; because although my outward man is perishing, my inward man is being renewed day by day.....
In Him, my days and and my dreams are redeemed.
"I'm as busy as a spider spinning daydreams...." Those are the words of an old song that inspired the title of my blog. Years ago, I had a blog that covered my fibery pursuits....spinning yarn and knitting. When I decided to start blogging again, with more of an emphasis on art, I decided to keep the name. But why?
It could be my personality, which runs a bit toward "space cadet" (I am the kind of person who puts the milk in the cupboard or walks into poles while distracted by my thoughts.}
Or it could be my artistic style, which can run toward "dreaminess".
But the imagery of a spider web is what sealed the deal for me. Like our dreams, even the ones that come true, webs are delicate, easily torn to shreds and lost. Even the ones that last as long as they should are transient, as are our very lives.
Some of my art may outlive me, but there will come a day when it is gone, disintegrated, turned to dust or ash.
I like to remember this as I go through my days, and though I can find the reality of this truth painful, it doesn't flatten me.
Because Christ died for my sins; because of the hope of the resurrection; because although my outward man is perishing, my inward man is being renewed day by day.....
In Him, my days and and my dreams are redeemed.
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