This is why I love my grandma. A bazillion years ago, she saw someone about to throw out this picture I drew in the first grade. She took it and framed it and still had it to this day. Now THAT’S WHAT YOU CALL SUPPORT.
My work is a tangible manifestation of my worship and my journey to discovering my identity as a child of God. It’s abstract and hard to explain but a divine experience. As I tell God who He is to me, He shows me who I am to Him. He gave me too much to limit me to one medium, surface or scale. I start as a mess but, the layers build up and I find myself needing the mess at the bottom to create what the audience sees on the top. Then, I scrape away what the world sees now to show them what I started with. In turn, I’m showing my “mistakes” and my scars to contrast with what I am now and it creates a texture. You look at it and experience it. Experience me. Experience Him. Experience us. Even as my mind runs a mile a minute wondering where it is going, He sees the end result. He knows what the end will be and it’s exactly what it needs to be. It teaches me to translate the same process to my life. Trust God and work with what I have. I am often asked how I get to the end result. My answer is always the same. “He uses my mistakes to my advantage.”