Eve is Finished

Finishing a work of art is like finishing a fast. Same sensation. Feeling of "it is finished", I have done what was asked. I now set it aside and the evaluation begins. I place the art where I can see it and I look it over and over again. I need some distance. The fast finished, I write, I journal. Maybe I have a conversation and some blanks are filled it. I start a fast with a question. I start a work of art with an answer to a question... or so I think. In the process my perspective changes. As others weigh in it becomes what art was intended to be; a dialogue. Fasting enable a deeper conversarion with the One who sustains us. Art gives us a way to comunicate beyond the ordinary.

So lets converse and enjoy this call we have to create and connect and worship.

Eve is finshed but she is not yet over with as she will be place in relationship with Adam and the tree.

The tree is being watercolored. Adam will be done in graphite. Although I am tempted to leave it a photo. This is mixed media and I make up the rules. Scott is going to supply the text in tagging and all will be placed in PhotoShop. It will be printed on a Canon copier, both B & W and color. I think also I may take it to Kinkos and go the canvas route I have been meaning to explore. Then one of three versions will be an oil glaze. For that I will need to go to Michael's my drug of choice for a fix; art supplies........ I never have enough. I am sitting here with 3 tins of drawing pencils.

For Scott's contributions to the work we will enter the work as a team submission.

Art is process.. a series of decisions and accidents and ventures into the unknown.

Art In Genesis

Decided to go with the Eve Scott liked.

Eve in PhotoShop.





Making Eve art.

And then I made Scott Adam. Don't let anyone tell you it is easy getting people to model.



I used Scott's self portrait and his idea, but backwards. He said it was escaping sin through new life is Christ. I am making it leaving the garden.

You too can be grist for the mill. I can't wait.

He Lifts Me Up, I stand

Life is short but
Not short of miracles
I look over my shoulder
And know
There is no turning back
I set my sights on what lies ahead
I take a hold of his hand
He lifts me up
I stand

Whatever trouble
There has been
He’s been there
Whatever happens
He cares
There is no turning back
I set my sights on what lies ahead
I take a hold of his hand
He lifts me up
I stand

Tell me your story
We’ve been here before
We are standing
On the threshold of
an open door
There is no turning back
I set my sights on what lies ahead
I take a hold of his hand
He lifts me up
I stand