|
| |
Artist
| |
|
Like every artist, there is a compelling desire within my heart - a passion - for expressing my heart and soul through what I write, draw or paint. It wasn’t until I was in my thirties that I discovered this was one of my gifts. With almost no formal education, and in spite of some challenging obstacles, I have become an artist. I work in pastels, watercolor, pencil and ink. Color absolutely fascinates me, and my favorite subject matter would be capturing emotions in the faces of the people I draw. There are many things that have shaped and molded me as an artist, but nothing more so than the God who created me, claiming me as His own. He has lovingly shaped me and molded me in many ways - all of which I could share, but the one - most precious to my heart - my treasure - would be the four children He has given me. I love them without measure. They shaped me through my desire for them (before they ever were), and they shaped me through my life with them. And so to my precious children - thank you…. I love you…. You have made me rich of heart…. It is my prayer that in my art God will be glorified. His message of hope can be found in every thing I do. I challenge you to listen for His voice; hear His message that is especially for you; be still, and get to know Him, - through what I do. Having said all that, I leave you with something I wrote at a time when darkness was so great, and seemed so complete. I dedicate it to my Lord Jesus, Who turned that darkness into light. "Masterpiece" You are marble in the hands of Michaelangelo. You are the perfect material. You have the potential to be great. You have been chosen by the Master. In your unrefined and natural state, there is nothing that would give away the secret of the greatness which lies buried deep inside your being, to the untrained eye. But to the Master, you are a labor of love; a work of art; a reality invisible, which is fixed and immovable in your original state. With His hands He will free you. He will remove every flaw, every impurity - whatever would marr the beauty of the sculpture completed. To do so, He must apply pressure and forcefully remove these imperfections. He will chisel away what is not needed. You will be hammered and broken, and it will seem to you to be pointless - even cruel - because you don’t see what He sees. What is ugly will be broken off and chipped away, and only then will you begin to emerge and resemble something noble. His tools are not what you might imagine them to be. He uses pain and suffering. They are like an acid that will eat away the rock beneath them. He will unrelentingly labor over a single spot, removing what is not useful, until the outward configuration reflects what was previously concealed within. Time has been spent. Adversity is the catalyst for change. In the hands of the Sculptor, you will be made beautiful. But resistance to His methods will only prolong the process, keeping you in bondage, and under the weight of His hands. You are the figure I see today, because of past grief. Today’s grief will disclose tomorrow’s substance. | Pastels | Pencils | Inks | Stories | Watercolor | Colored Pencils | Bookmarks | Stories |Email | All images are the sole property of Anna Black Knoedl |
