spent some time working around the house and shop. Planting a garden, moving
cattle and trying to keep up with them, and caring for our horses have taken a
toll on my days. I spent some time with each of my daughters and their families,
and now I am preparing to start class again.
So often I like to pose a question. This time I would like to consider if an
artwork could actually be someone’s life. When you consider what goes into
an artwork, it does make sense that parts of our lives could double for those
parts. For instance, when I think about the “lines” or the bones of my life, I
think about my family. These are the building blocks that anchor everything.
When I look at the “shape” of my life, I see what goes on while I am
working, the boundaries of excitement, and the intersections where parts of my
life cross. Sometimes the focus is on “bright colors,” or moments in time when
the unusual or the unexpected happens. Beautiful times of love and laughter
exhibit themselves as brilliance of color. Special moments, in quietness
listening for the voice of God. God is my subject, everything else borrows from
the subject to respond. The line, the shape, the color, texture, etc. all rely
on the subject matter.
Yes, one’s life is a work of art. How wonderful.