Well, it’s back to reality day around here, so that’s why I’m writing after the kids bedtime, instead of during nap time.
You see, there was no nap time around here today. All that traveling is hard on kiddos and completely blew our schedule out of the water.
I did, however get 6 of our 9 loads of laundry done, got everyone completely unpacked and went grocery shopping.
So, forgive me for the late hour.
I managed to sketch a little on the final days of our trip, and I did take a glance at the supply list for my art class.
Trying not to freak the freak out! So much stuff!
But I am so ready to get started!
Here’s the quote that kicked off the intro lesson:
“The moment one definitely commits oneself, then Providence moves too. All sorts of things occur to help one that would never otherwise have occurred. A whole stream of events issues from the decision which no man could have dreamed would have come his way. Whatever you can do, or dream you can do, begin it. Boldness has genius, power, and magic in it. Begin it now.” – Goethe
Providence has definitely been moving. Now it’s my turn to BEGIN.
I love pie! And I loved it when this pie turned out with a heart shape in it.
We celebrated Pi day around here, did you?
If you really love this dessert, you might want to head to Pie Town, NM and try a slice there. Any time of year is nice, but if you go in September, you can hit the Pie Festival. It is an event worth going to if you ever get the chance. Be sure to tell everyone at the toaster house I said hello.
Pie Town is famous for its pies, sure, but there was some great art made there too.
I’m on vacation in one of my favorite places in the world, soaking up lots of inspiration.
So I’ll keep this short and sweet.
I’ve been thinking a lot about being a creator of art vs being a consumer of art. Why this undeniable urge to create?
I think this quote is beginning to help me understand the answer.
“The Christian should be the person who is alive, whose imagination absolutely boils, which moves, which produces something a bit different from God’s world because God made us to be creative.” -Francis Schaeffer
There you have it: It’s just the way God made me.
(Ps. I just heard wild turkeys in the background. Love this place so)
Ever since I can remember I’ve been a boots and jeans kind of girl. I pretty much grew up horseback, and while I no longer inhabit that world, my dreams are still full of horses. (Dreams meaning both the what-would-you-do-if-you-won-the-lottery kind, and the nocturnal kind.)
Even though it’s been 15 years since I had a horse of my own, I can still close my eyes and smell the barn smells, and hear the soft horse noises of a quiet shed row.
My brother and Dad still make their living working with cattle and my sister works with an organization teaching school children about agriculture of all kinds, and where food comes from.
So while I’m only on the fringes of cowboy culture now, I grew up immersed in it. I remember loving the art on the cover of Dad’s Western Horseman magazine when it came in the mail. Although, I didn’t even realize it was art, really, because it was so familiar.
So I imagine that’s why my angels wear cowboy hats and wild rags.
(I’m excited to begin this mixed media angel painting course when I get back from my stay at the ranch with my parents in a couple of weeks.)
(p.s. It wasn’t cool for women to wear cowboy hats in my corner of cowboy-dom, but I love the look of it. And I believe in the Biblical definition of angels, but I’m going to have fun and just go with it when it comes to the art course.)