Here are some of my newer paintings, all in preparation for East Nashville’s Tomato Art Fest! The pictures don’t do justice so be sure you come to five points Saturday August 8th!
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As promised, here are some pictures from my first family photo shoot! Believe it or not, it was raining for a lot of these shots. They were troopers and I think we got many good ones!
Creative Spillage is expanding! I’ve always dabbled in photography and I figured now it’s time to get more serious about it! I just got my new equipment and am stoked about trying it out. Here are some shots from my first few days. I took these around Nashville with some of the cutest kids ever! I’ll post some soon from my first family shoot in Indianapolis. Yeah!
Sweet Quinn.
My god-daughter, Piper.
And the lovely, Lucy.
I upped the contrast from the other one. (made the black areas darker…and added more red) I put this phrase as the title. ”When your Black and White world begins to bleed with color, choose FAITH not fear to push you forward.” This piece makes me really happy. I love drawing, and it’s not something I pend much time doing because of the time involved. Believe it of not, I can make my large paintings in half of the time it takes me to do a small drawing. I gain so much satisfaction from my drawings though. In fact, I’ve started incorporating them into paintings. I may mount this drawing on a canvas and paint around it. I’m not sure yet.
This is another new painting. The lady is a drawing from my art school days seven years ago.
It never ceases to amaze me how God provides what I need, exactly when I need it. This is my first calendar year of Creative Spillage being a registered business. Because of this, I’ve been learning new things about taxes and what not that I’ve never had to think about before. For instance, I have to file my sales and use tax monthly. Well it’s taken me five months to understand the form, so yesterday I finally caught myself up for the entire year. Paying five months of taxes at once is not recommended, and not something that I could have done without jeopardizing rent at the end of the month. I wrote the check anyway, having the hope that money will come in somehow by the end of the month; be it by selling another painting, contracting a commission, or more people signing up for my class. Literally within thirty minutes of putting the check in the mail, I received an email from someone telling me a check was in the mail for a contract we had, and another friend called because she wanted to drop off money that day for a class of mine. Not only did I make my tax money back, but three fold. Thank you Lord! He always provides for me, when I need it, and not usually a second more. I am trying my hardest in being faithful in the small things so God will trust me with the larger things later. Financially speaking, I really crave to be responsible. Not only with my own, but in the giving away of money and other things. It’s not mine. Nothing is mine really. It’s all temporary.
I’ve been busy lately with art fairs and Creative Spillage workshops. I’ll post more updates soon! I promise to do better at this for you faithful few out there…
I never cease to be amazed at the ways that God pours creative inspiration into my life. It happened again tonight through food, familiar smells, and authentic conversation. I’m always interested in meeting people who see the world in a different way than I do. Not only does it force me to grow, but it stretches all of my senses to be brave and also be willing to be wrong. It’s often that I meet people with which I befriend easily; however, it’s rare to meet someone who sees the world through similar eyes. It was beautiful to watch my new friend speak with those eyes about the sacred deep things that can’t be boxed into language. It was a small opportunity to see myself as if through some invisible mirror. I was reminded of passions forgotten, or simply just sleeping within me. Tonight was a gift, it’s time to wake up.
Call it a coping technique, the truth, or just my own way of denial but I can’t say goodbye at funerals. Rachels, looming in the future, is the strongest that I’ve ever felt this way. I’ll see you later is all I can muster in my mind. Later. It’s hope.
My sweet cousin Rachel died on Saturday, 1 week after giving birth to her beautiful daughter Caynah Grace. Caynah is Scott and Rachels third child. Aleah is 6. Bruce is 4. They thought it was a complication from her birth, but autopsy came back with “severe congenital mitral valve prolapse ” that must have caused an arrhythmia. It boggles my mind how someone can have 3 children and no doctor ever catch this problem. Not to mention, she almost died when she was younger and was in the hospital. Just one of those freak things. The things that we are all scared of the most.
Lyle Lovetts Song- “I’m Going To Wait”
Oh My Sister, You’ve gone before me
How I long to be with you.
But through my sorrow, as I remain here
There’s only one thing that I can do
I’m gonna wait, just a little bit longer
I’m gonna pray on bended knee
I’m gonna wait, just a little bit longer
Until my Savior comes for me
I have faith that can move a mountain,
and breater than a mustard see
And if I wait just sa little bit longer
I know my Savior will come for me.
If I die I’ll go to heaven
And my savior I’ll surely sure
But if I wait, just a little bit longer
I know He will come for me.
I’m blown away that the class is already full and we are still a month away! Thanks for your support ladies! Some of you I know deeply, and others not at all. I look forward to a wonderful time of community and creativity! Pray for good weather because we’re doing it outside!
I’m so looking forward to our time together. I’ll be sending out details on the location when we get closer!
