I have always considered myself an artist.
Every child thinks of themself as an artist.
I was 13 when I realized that I really could actually draw when I applied myself.
Then, in high school, drawing became my demise academically.
I have had no other ambition in life other than to create.
Art has been one of my greatest joys. Images move me deep down inside & my expressions most often come as colors and lines. Art has also caused me great frustration & longing as my hands long to create, but the inspiration isn’t there.
I have experienced fear that my artwork won’t be enough. That when I am finished, it won’t reveal the message I want it to express. I have feared that others will find my work dumb, and my ability lacking. I have feared imperfection. So, over the years, I have learned to silence my inner cravings to create art.
Recently however, I have been walking through a season of renewal. A fire has been lit inside of me, a passion to explore art as a form of worship. I have given myself permission to create as an outpouring of myself before God, & in doing so, I have experienced freedom. In this place of worship, I am safe to just be me. There is room for imperfection, because I am not perfect. I am no longer searching for others to approve of my artwork because my art is not meant for them. It is meant for Abba, & I have faith, like a child that He will find my artwork to be perfect just the way it is.