Spirituality means something different to everyone. For some it means being part of an organized religion, for others it may be a personal connection through meditation, private prayer, quiet reflection, yoga, etc., and for certain folks, it’s a combination of practices.
For me the journey is ongoing and forever changing. While I know that some things will forever remain a mystery, I still question instead of follow blindly. I believe in miracles as much as I believe in science. Every so often something happens to me or I meet someone who makes me question my beliefs all over again.
What I do believe is that there is something greater beyond what we see and know. I like to call this entity God, even though it may not be in the traditional sense. I feel closest to God when I am surrounded by nature, especially bodies of water; and trees, I love trees! I love how each tree leans a certain way, and how some are weathered while others are newly born. I love how majestically they stand and how they protect us from sun and wind and other elements of nature. I love how each branch twists and bends in a different way, sometimes intertwining with other branches and sometimes all on its own. I love how trees shed their leaves in the darkest, coldest of days and then spring to life once again. I could paint trees the rest of my life and be perfectly happy.
On a side note, I was dating this fellow a short time ago and during our brief relationship we had taken a few road trips together. As we drove, I would point out how much I loved certain trees along the way. Being the angry, bitter little man that he was, he grew exponentially annoyed with me, finally exploding, “they all look exactly the same!". I kinda knew right then and there that it wouldn’t last;)
Meanwhile on this past Easter Sunday, I chose to be close to God by surrounding myself in nature and doing what I love most...painting, of course! I sat by the lake, found a fantastic tree with a little shade, and I tried to capture a little tiny piece of this miraculous world in my painting. It actually ended up not being a very good painting, but the process of it made it all worth while.
For me my spirituality will always be connected to nature and often expressed through my art. Wishing everyone a very happy Easter and a hope that you’ve found your own connection to your spirituality on this Easter Sunday and in each day that lies ahead.
I had the urge to work with watercolors again this fine, snowy morning in April (Snow in April? What the !*^#?).
Anyway, as I sketched out my idea I day dreamt of crimson flowing silk. Interestingly enough I hated myself in red for most of my life. My sister always looked really pretty in red when we were younger. I both loved and envied how she wore it so well. I think it was too bold for me because I didn’t want to be seen back then; I wanted to sort of blend in with the background.
Only recently have I embraced the rich, bold flavors of red: a bit of crimson, a touch of ruby, a sprinkle of rose to dress up my wardrobe. Perhaps now the difference is that every so often I want to stand out a bit. It’s funny how something as simple as a color can mean so much more than just a color. Even still today I only wear red on rare occasions when the mood strikes me.
So why the dead bird? This part of my artwork was inspired by a lovely story that my friend shared with me. This past week as she walked to work she saw not one, but three dead birds. Not so lovely yet, right? However, upon looking up possible meanings she found out that a dead bird can often symbolize a new beginning. So instead of seeing things in a negative way, keep in mind that things aren’t always as they seem. I’d like to think that the dead birds represent a mourning of sorts, where one has to mourn the past in order to begin again.
The only certainty in life is that things will change, over and over and over again. As important as it is to remember the past, especially those great memories, it is equally important to embrace what is to come. After all, without new beginnings life would be rather dull now wouldn’t it?
ART INSPIRED BY LIFE