Sunday, August 19, 2012

art from the heart

I didn't want to get out of bed today. August 19 is Mama's birthday and without her here I just didn't want the day to happen. But the world was still spinning and I had things to do.

Today was the opening day of an art exhibit at the Swain County Center for the Arts. I entered three paintings without really thinking about the date of the artist's reception. After church, I cried on Aj. "Why had I entered these paintings?", I asked him. I cried about how pretentious artists can be. Would anyone see through my sloppy colors and actually feel the emotion that put the paint there? I prayed, "If just one person could be reached by my painting, just one, then I would be happy." But could someone who doesn't know me and my story see the truth behind the hand scribbled lettering?

Today, I sold that painting. Even though the director of the exhibit didn't like me taking it off the wall, it went home with that one person today. It was someone I didn't know. Someone who didn't know my story. Someone who felt the heartache too. Thank you, Cathleen. Thank you not only for supporting the arts, but for allowing me to share my story with you. Now you are a part of my story and I yours. These are the connections that make life worth living.

"words from a tormented songwriter"
acrylic on canvas
sold

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