Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Her hand flies almost as
quickly as her muses
move and she finds freedom
as never before.
The hues no longer harness but rather create a chaos
she then tames.
She lets go of all preconceived ideas and rules, allowing the paper and the medium to discover treasures, stories
and hidden meanings.
has opened to a novel joy; one that comes from within, or maybe from above.
The settings-normal, sometimes mundane- home, space, but the space is theirs.
Where they laugh, talk, eat, play, learn, sleep and she captures its life, its glory.
They compose their songs and she plays them with her colors.
In their gracefulness, she recognizes His supreme grace and now she believes if He can do through her,
He can do for her.