It was interesting tonight to see out the corner of my eye how everyone was sort of swaying the same way at the same time on some of the music. It was as though we were all doing the same dance to what we were singing. I don’t think I’ve ever noticed this before, this spontaneous movement, feeling the lift of the music together. It made me smile.
|My first collage|
Pictured here is a collage I have made with a favorite oatmeal cookie recipe and my Grandma Handell’s photo. I love doing this! I have been inspired by Kelly Rae Roberts book, “Taking Flight.” But more importantly, as I made this and put the different layers on it I thought about home making, about Grandma and what she taught me by example.
|One of Grandma’s braided rugs|
Many of the quilts I slept under (pieces of which appear in my art now) were made from old dresses and shirts, even old wool coats. She used what she had. How can we ever know what all that time at the sewing machine did for her, what the countless yummy meals she cooked for family and friends caused her to think of, or how much she liked the look on our faces when she baked those oatmeal cookies or cinnamon rolls? Our lives were the better for it.
These pieces of art I created are celebrations of that which lives within. Learning to listen and wait for that instruction to come from the heart, seeing that it will work even though my head says maybe not, and learning to be content with the outcome. Being brave enough to share it with someone I love, or put it on display in my own home so others will see it.