I am doing a book signing with Melanie Maddy today from 1:30 til 3:30 at Uppercase Books in Snohomish.
I’ve been teaching a small weekly art class. We do a lot of figure drawing and gestural studies. Mostly 10 minutes and under, taking turns posing. It’s a blast, and my students are fantastic! A few weeks ago I pulled out my charcoal and pastels. We work on tinted construction paper (less expensive than actual pastel paper). It’s been a fun challenge. Charcoal wasn’t my favorite medium in school, mostly because of the mess and how hard it is to preserve. But I can’t deny it’s merits. For bold, quick, expressive lines, it’s hard to beat.
Here are two sketches I did of my students during class. Roughly 10 minutes each.
I’ve had these little wooden puzzles for a while. I didn’t take any “before” pictures, but they were generic, primary and just screamed for a makeover. Especially since many of the shapes for the alphabet one were so obtuse, you could hardly tell the H from the N. It was bad. So I peeled off the plastic coating and broke out my acrylics.
I decided to put the lower case letters underneath instead of pictures of things beginning with the letters. My oldest son is in first grade and it seemed like a good idea to help him distinguish between the upper and lower case letters.
Heart people are one of my go to illustrations for my kid’s brown bag lunches. With three boys, it’s about as cute as I’m allowed to get. It is also preferable for the heart people to be funny or amusing somehow.
I believe every beautiful thing points back to God. Creator God, who is intimately involved and invests in his creation. Who wrote out His love for us through faithful men. The holy and beautiful Bible.
I made these little treasures for an event at my church, to be sold to benefit people who are dedicating there lives to bringing the good news of Gods love and the work of Jesus to people around the world.
We are moving again. Have moved. Our house is smaller, but our hearts are fuller. God is so good.
I hope to settle in this time. To unpack the last box. I am well on my way, having exhumed the contents of a box three moves old. Found a sweet teddy which my four year old has claimed as his own, tho it was first packed away before he was born.
I wish I could share with you all the treasures, the joys, of answered prayers, of hope, of faith. My God is faithful! The One who made the smell of cedar groves and a boy’s heart beat with adventure. He has called us to live, to know, to love, to serve.
I think in heaven that I will look back clearly and sing all the more eloquently of my Savior’s work. Now I only glimpse His hand and then am dragged back into the fray. Sitting quietly now, late at night with children sleeping, it is easy. Tomorrow there will be more boxes to unpack, bowls of cereal to pour, clothes to fold. To be in those moments also with a heart and mind towards Christ. Well. That is the trick. 😉
Still God is good.