If the Return of the Prodigal Son were a theater production, which part would I audition for? After spending Advent immersed in the story, I know I could play either son well. But do I have what it takes to play the father?
I set out on this writing project without knowing it would end where it started: Continue reading “Living the Painting: Advent Week Four”
Last week the Peace of Advent was seen in the prodigal son’s return to the father of Advent Hope from week one. This third Sunday of Advent – themed on Joy – I’m seeing myself in the older brother. And it’s not hard for me to do. Especially Continue reading “Lost in Advent: Week Three”
The prodigal son was once an innocent child, and then he wasn’t. And now he wants to be again.
Last week‘s Advent focused on Hope by sitting with the Father on the porch, “actively waiting for that moment when the child turns home.” This week I’m inviting myself to return home with the son, who like the second week of Advent, is yearning for Peace. I’m spending time with Rembrandt’s painting and Nouwen’s book to cast new light on my favorite parable.
The prodigal son was a child, a young man, who declared in the most dramatic way, “Myself.” My daughter as a toddler would pull Continue reading “Child Again: Advent Week Two”
The film Lady Bird transported me to places familiar: to high school, to trying to fit in and longing to get out. To shutting your parents out while hoping they would stay in. To driving nowhere, anywhere, just to fill the car speakers with the soundtrack of teenage friendships. To shopping in thrift stores and Continue reading “Lady Bird”
The faces stare me down with unbalanced eyes and colors swirling. Fixed on a museum canvas, only imagination could add to Van Gogh’s story of their lives. Until last night, Continue reading “Loving Vincent”
What I learned in a watercolor class that was so good, I knew immediately that I had to drop the class and not go back:
There are four keys to being a good artist, he told us, swooshing his brush across the cotton paper. He painted much faster than he spoke.
Learn to use your medium: how to mix, how it meets the paper – this would be the first step.
Standing at his camera tripod-turned-easel, working left to right, he painted the sky in less than a minute. It looked scattered and messy, like a child’s first attempt at Chinese characters.
Step 2: Continue reading “Letting Go”
In my campaign for creativity, I’m lobbying myself to move the creative processing outside my head and into the world. I wrote about shedding a fear of failure, and capturing creative energy as ideas rush in and out like the tides. Sometimes we need a push to get an idea out into the world, especially when complicating factors like pride get in the way. Continue reading “Creating Competitively?”