I've painted in the last couple of years, but I really haven't painted, really haven't entered that painting zone since 2013, since my daughter died. It isn't that I was avoiding or refusing to paint out of some misguided grief. I just didn't feel like it. I tried to paint last year. I bought some canvases (what I like to paint on) and some new paint. But nothing really came out of it (I did paint over one painting, but I never entered the zone).
This week I put it on my to do list for today.
When Hawk fell asleep, I got out a canvas I had painted on before. I got out a paint shirt to go over my clothes (though I still got some on my jeans -- I need one of those mechanic jump suits -- I have no idea what they're called. Mechanic coveralls?). I got out the brushes, a sheet for the floor (I don't have a studio); the paints and set to work. I didn't know what I'd paint but our young dog was lying beside me so I started painting him. And the zone found me. Here's what I have done so far:
Thank you Jesus for paint and canvas and creativity!
I urge you to find your own creative outlet. I know I've talked about this before, but it is a necessity for each of us. We were made in the image of the Creator. That means we all can create. That means we all will love to create in some way. God loves to create. He is doing it constantly. Think of all the babies born just today throughout the world. Each one is unique. Think of all the baby animals. Think of all the flowers and vegetation and all the ocean creatures and birds.
Or, is there something you've always wanted to try? Maybe that's it. I urge you to create this week. You were created in the Creator's image -- and what a glorious image that is!