Remember this day?
Remember I said that the Flashlight Drawing was my favorite session? I finally went to pick up the disc of our art.
There aren’t many things that interest me more than writing, photography, and art. If I had to live my days as the starving artist, I believe I’d choose that over being an Orange County Housewife ANYday. Money doesn’t make me happy. I used to think it would be the bee’s knees and peachy keen to have an endless flow. But then I grew up and got a few gray hairs and learned that while money might make some things easier, it definitely could not satisfy me. If I had mansions and pools and boats and cars and diamonds and florescent white teeth and leathery-tanned skin, and a boob job-wait. I don’t need one of those. So if I had it all…where would I be without my writing? My art? I would most like cease to exist.
So there it is.
If I complain about money again, kindly (or not) remind me of this post. Mmmkay? Thanks.
Back to the Flashlight Drawing.
Pitch black room.
Camera on a tripod.
Magic Flashlight drawings!
Valparaiso University Department of Art held their annual (and free!) Draw-a-thon yesterday which focuses on alternative drawing processes.
We did a surrealist method called Exquisite Corpses in which a piece of paper is folded in thirds and artists draw either a head, a torso, or feet without having seen the rest of the drawing then pass the sketch to the next artist until it is a wild creature.
I drew Ghost Lady and she happens to be my favorite, so I brought her home and I’m going to frame her and put her in my office.
I learned that I want an art studio. And maybe, even if I’m reluctant to admit it because I don’t really believe it, maybe I’m a little bit of an artist on the inside.
There’s a girlfriend I have, she has this motto: If you’ve come to see my house, make an appointment. If you’ve come to see me, come in! I love her for that. (*waving at JEJ!*)
She’s the most laid back woman I know. Always praising the Creator. Always happy. Always laughing. And she gives the most tremendous hugs. I love her for that, too.
I want to be like her.
Then there’s me. Stressing because someone thinks I shouldn’t have my overwhelmingly weedy garden, I shouldn’t put-up my own veggies, maybe not bake my own biscuits or make my scrumptious apple butter. I shouldn’t homeschool. I shouldn’t write or be an editor. I’m delusional, y’know, trying to do all that stuff.
I do what I love and if it makes someone else uncomfortable, how is that my problem? I’m not breaking the law. I’m not hurting anyone. I mean, really, does a vegetable garden count for making a sister stumble?
I can’t be like you and I don’t expect you to be like me. Let’s embrace those differences. Okay?
Why is it that when I hear sermons about The Fall, when I read about The Fall, and when I’ve done Bible studies that include something about The fall, why is it that they all act as if God didn’t know it was going to happen?
God created everything, God knows all, He’s known me since the creation of time, universe, earth, and so on–but really? He didn’t know Adam and Eve would sin?
I can’t get on that train.
I’ve never heard someone express opinions about the fall that say God created the universe knowing full well the first people would sin and He did it anyway with His divine plan in mind anyway. Nope. I hear them say, God created everything perfect for us and we screwed it up so then He had to come up with the Jesus plan.
Ok, so they don’t say it quite as sarcastically as I, but is my point being made?
Quit acting as if God had to change His plans because we did something that surprised Him.