Art

Art Therapy and Water Colors

Art Therapy and Water ColorsI’ve always been an artist when it comes to the poetry and musical realm of art, and I’ve enjoyed it immensely. I love that I can write out the things that are going on in my head and then sing them to a tune. That ability has been very helpful to me since I was a child, as it’s been one of the ways I work through and process the things that happen to me and the things going on around me.

But sometimes, I don’t have any words. Sometimes, I am thinking and feeling things that I can’t write out, because I haven’t quite identified what those thoughts and feelings are yet. Do you know what I mean? It’s those times when you know you’ve got a lot in there but you don’t know what to say about it so you feel stuck; those times prove especially difficult for me, as I’m used to defaulting to words.

My whole life, I’veĀ been surrounded by friends who paint and draw, and I deeply admire their craft and what they make. However, I’ve always been quite intimidated by this realm of art for myself. I’m very much like Abe (or really, he’s very much like me) when it comes to giving up easily on skills that don’t come as naturally as others. There’ve been a handful of times when I’ve sat down to draw or paint something, and it actually came out half decent and I’d feel really good. But 99% of the time, I put way too much pressure on myself to be really good at something I have no technical skill or ability to do, and it ends up looking like crap…. as it should, because I don’t know what I’m doing.

Several months back, I caught a glimpse of some abstract water coloring either on Instagram or Pinterest, probably both. I happened to be really overwhelmed that day, so I decided to pull out my water color palette and paper and paint how I felt. Abe sat down with me and did his own thing, which was wild and free; I love when kids paint. But, I told myself as I started that this wasn’t for anyone or anything, really. It was just to try and get out what I was feeling through a different medium than I was used to, in hopes that I’d be able to come to terms with what I was feeling. The painting above is what happened. The feeling that I had when I was finished was almost euphoric; I felt calm, relieved and emptied. I wanted to keep going, but Abe’s attention for painting isn’t very long and he was over it. I showed Daniel when he got home from work, and was able to talk about why I was overwhelmed earlier that day.

Since then, I’ve been painting with water colors as an art therapy for myself. In conjunction with writing and prayer, it’s quite useful and satisfying.

Art Therapy and Water ColorsThis was a piece I did one late night, when Daniel was gone for an event. I felt really upset and dark, but I couldn’t identify why, so I painted this. While I was painting, I talked to myself about being scared of someone breaking into our house and Daniel getting hurt on the job. After I was done, I felt so relieved and was able to sleep.

Art Therapy and WatercolorsThere’s this image I get in my head when I think about the human experience as it relates to depravity and the light of the gospel. It’s really hard for me to describe, so I decided to paint it. The red shape is the soul, and it’s got death roots sprouting out of it, as I believe that’s where we all start out. But then the green light is birthed and sprouts out from the bottom and begins to overtake all of the death until eventually it’s blotted out and we are free.

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Art Therapy And Water ColorsThese are two of my favorites, as they feel bright and comforting to me. The second one I call “The Dance.”

Art Therapy and Water ColorsI wanted to paint pieces for Abe and Emery, and I started with Emery’s. I didn’t know what I was going to do when I started it, but it just kinda came out. We had a little scare at 24 weeks, when I thought I was in super pre-term labor with him. At that point, we weren’t 100% sure what we were going to name him. Right before we went to the hospital, my friend Rachel prayed for me and asked me for his name, so I just said Emery. When she was done, I looked up the meaning of the name, and of course was overwhelmed with emotion when I saw that Emery means “brave”.

Abram is a biblical name, and was Abraham’s first name before God changed it. God promised Abraham that his lineage would be as many as the stars. Although we didn’t name Abram his name because we want him to have a GIGANTIC family, our hope is that the love in his heart for God and others will grow as big as the universe.

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Art Therapy and Water ColorsSo the above proves that I’m way better at abstract paintings than I am objects, haha. But that’s ok- I don’t have to expect myself to be good at something I’ve never done. This art medium has become something I really enjoy, and I want to get better, even if that means I have to work harder at it.

I Was Made To…

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This is my dearest friend, Genie Uribe. I say dearest, because we’ve known each other since birth, and I simply cannot imagine a season in my future that she will not be a crucial part of. Anyways, she posted this song on youtube yesterday.

Whether you like the song or not, whether you enjoy female vocals or not, whether you are a Christian or not… the girl can freakin’ sing. That’s not something you can deny Genie, and if you try, you’ll just end up looking like a fool…

…Because Genie was made to sing.

I believe we were all created to point to, make famous of and glorify the one Who created us. And from there, each one of us was created to do one, or two or twenty specific things that accomplish that.

I’ve been thinking about what it means to be a witness of Jesus Christ in every day life. To be a witness of someone…. you would have to have witnessed something that they’ve done. Haha. So what is it that I have witnessed Christ do/is doing in my own little broken world, and how he is restoring it? How is he nudging me to point to, make famous of and glorify Him?

Well, there are many things I’ve seen Him do. But to stay in the same vein of the topic at hand, He has put people in my path who do what they were made to do. I have friends who sing, paint, talk about comics, record music, read poetry, teach, protect, make whiskey, design, give great hair cuts, tell stories, listen, organize, draw, paint nails artistically, counsel, make people laugh, write children’s books and sci-fi novels, rollerskate (competitively), take pictures, pay attention to the elderly, answer 911 calls, make guitars, exercise (professionally), play with kids, create delicious lattes, make movies, hang with teenagers, build legos, work at orphanages, make soap… and the list could go on. Almost everyone around me, just by living well, restores my soul and pushes me to do the things I was created to do. And while I’m nervous to say that that’s Jesus working in my life (because the internet is scary)…

That’s what I believe.

What were you made to do?

Bathroom Re-do

Guys (I mean ladies)… my bathroom is the worst. The wall paper is ALMOSTĀ unbearable, but fortunately I have a vintage spirit. The tile is coming up, but was really cute at one time (back in the 70’s). The sink and toilet are ancient and gross, but the reality is, we can’t do anything about it. We cannot afford to renovate the bathroom (like the rest of our house needs), so we have just kinda ignored it for the past two years, using it solely for function.

Yesterday, out of no where, a spark inside my soul inspired me to re-do the bathroom as best as I could, to make it a more enjoyable space.

It cost nothing. I simply took some stuff out, did some cleaning, and grabbed stuff from around the house to decorate it with.

Here are some pics pre- creativity.

Ugh… so sad. That metal thing makes me want to barf.

That white thing was at one time very useful, for our bathroom in Greer, SC had no cabinets, and was so small that you could crap and brush your teeth at the same time.

Ok, so here are the after pics. It’s not ideal obviously, but it is so much better! Now I actually don’t mind spending time in there doing my hair or taking a bath.

I have a problem with hair bands. I SUCK at keeping them in the same spot. It’s been a struggle my whole life, and much like bobby pins, I will start out with a pack of 100 and be rid of them after 4 months. Well no more! Since the wall paper is old and going to peel off at any moment now, I decided to just hot glue these babies to the wall. Now my hair bands are organized, and I feel encouraged to put them back where they belong.

I love me a ball jar, ya’ll. That tiny jar once held baby food. I knew they’d come in handy, and now they are the home of my bobby pins. We’ll see how that goes. I’m skeptical. Bobby pins are like pogs. They just disappear and no one ever knows where they went.

I took this painting out of my craft room, cause Lord knows that’s decorated enough. I found that tin jar at a local thrift store months ago, and it is inconspicuously resting on a phone jack.

These pictures came out of a Tinker Bell story book I bought at a thrift store a year ago. I loved the art and knew it would serve a purpose eventually (Plus, I secretly love tinker bell…. don’t judge).

My toiletry holder for when we go out of town.

Isn’t it soooo much better? Like I said, it’s not ideal, and colors clash all over the place. But now it feels like MY bathroom. And I’m a pretty colorful/chaotic person, so it suites me.

Are you happy with your bathroom? What would you change about it?