I am a big advocate of having moments where I sit and doing nothing.
No, I am not lazy.
When I sit I am relaxed and I think, plan, regain lost energy, talk to God and soak in his presence as if I were bathing in love.
I have always been one to sit and ponder, to look at the beauty that surrounds me and not be caught up in unnecessary frenzy’s that seem to bother other people.
No, I am not arrogant.
I recognise that I do not function well when I am rushing here and there or when other people want to project their values onto me.
I look at this world and I see it rushing where everything is a race, tested, must have outcomes, must look a certain way, must be a certain way.
I stop amongst the busy crowd. I take my antenna of my head and walk beneath the noise.
Some are rushing through life from one thing to the next. My head gets dizzy when I think about it. Zoom, zoom, no time to enjoy. no time to take in the moment; just no time.
Is life meant to be this way?
Do you know why I sit without guilt? I sit because it would be an insult to God if I didn’t. This life is a gift and there are many things in this world that just don’t interest me. I am not interested maintaining an appearance of wealth. I don’t care if I have to wait for a bus or walk to a destination. What I care about is my health and that of my family. I care about being an artist and making sure this world is coloured by it. I care about looking out for the broken and undervalued. I care about listening to God and acting upon that rather than what I think is right. I care about guarding the slow pace and not getting caught up with silly drama’s.
So I sit and when I do the world still spins on its axis and life goes on. I didn’t need to save the world today, I just needed to show loving kindness to the people who live in it.
When I posted this pic on Facebook, one of my friends said that it reminded them of Edvard Munch’s The Scream
I started to journal regularly at café’s shortly after my mum passed away and when I did I started with a cheap soft cover lined journal. When I had completed that one, I decided to spend a bit more money and honour what I was writing and found my first Pepper Pot journal.
It’s been five pretty and committed years of scribing my thoughts as I have sipped coffee in satisfying contentment.
I was getting to the end of my current journal and this is when the hunt begins for a new Pepper Pot however, this year was difficult and none of the regular haunts stocked them any more, like none!! I searched for a good two months and even went searching while I was in Perth just recently.
This is when I really started to talk to God about my journal conundrum and my discussion with God has led me in a whole new journalling direction.
I bought myself a visual diary and lets just say that I’m glad I listened to God when he spoke “It’s a new day”
So armed with my new journal style I went to a cafe and came up with this
I really enjoy this new style and feel released and free. I have also noticed that something powerful is happening as I am doing this. It feels as though I have connected with God in a way that is beyond myself and that when I am drawing, I am praying.
I have also experienced some powerful unexpected moments like the time I met a lovely family from Saudi Arabia. The little boy drew a picture of me which I will treasure forever.
I have also noticed that by drawing it is helping me get my ideas for preaching or teaching and my brain is getting into some kind of order.
This is some of my notes for a sermon that I am working on
This is the start of my lesson plan for teaching about Permaculture
It’s like the flood gates have opened and I’m feeling refreshed at this shift in my journalling. It’s like paddling in a canoe with the current on my side and all of creation is cheering me on. It’s a joy, it’s powerful, It’s love.
Another year and another getaway at the same place This time I got to meet the owner and she is lovely. Going back to the same place feels like I’m building a relationship with the place, house, owner and myself. It’s a special thing and even though some things are the same, many things are different.
On my first day I went and sat on black beach again and did some nature art
And the really cool thing was that the next day when I went to the Kiama Farmers Markets, my art was still there
When I went back to the house I explored the backyard as I normally would do and I found a new addition to the place.
Every time I come here the backyard becomes more magical with every stay
The next day was my big event: walking the coastal walk from Gerringong to Kiama
I am crazy. I caught the train to Gerringong, had an egg and bacon roll from the bakery then rocked down to the Werri Lagoon. Who knew that Werri beach was soooo looooong. Anyway I made it and as soon as I was on the trail I felt immediate peace.
What an amazing walk. My favourite part is the section between Werri Lagoon and Loves Bay where all you can see is blue sky, blue ocean, green hills and the occasional cow. It’s so dominate that it feeds your soul and does something to nourish it in a way you can’t imagine.
When I got to Loves Bay I was then walking along side civilisation and although it’s still spectacular it holds a different atmosphere. Finally I arrived at The Little Blow hole and to my absolute bitter disappointment the cafe that is close by was closed……aaaarrrrrhhhhh
I had to regroup my thoughts because if you are familiar with Kiama you would know in order for me to get into town I would have to walk up and down a few hills. To regroup I sat on a bench under a tree that overlooks Kendalls beach and gave myself a talking to. “Listen here Tamar, just walk down that path that goes to Kendalls beach caravan park then take that short cut that leads to the other caravan park on top of the hill and then you will see Surf beach and there a coffee shall await you”…….Amen!
So that I did.
When I arrived at The Karari Bar on Surf Beach I was met with a lovely welcome from the owner. I told her that I had just walked from Gerringong and immediately she was offering me a seat and a class of water. Great hospitality and of course, coffee.
That afternoon when I got back to my accommodation I was wreaked but it was a good wreaked, it’s the wreaked that you never regret because you’ve achieved an amazing feat and fulfilled a long term goal.
This is me wreaked in the park
I slept well that night and woke the next morning and said goodbye to yet another getaway feeling refreshed, accomplished and ready to face the world.
Not everything that is broken is finished
Broken could be an opportunity to be restored or reused for a work of art.
Don’t let being broken discourage you.
Oh for the love of succulents, What’s going on???
Well for me, it started when I did this little thing.
I decided to see if I could save my neglected little succulents by putting them in an old tin box. (Okay, yes….I did pinch the idea from Pintrest)
As time went by my neglected little succulents came alive and I went an added more to the box.
They look so pretty 🙂
I then started doing this with some recovered cinder blocks with the full intention of putting herbs in them, however, as my love of succulents began to grow I decided to change my mind.
This is the finished result of my cinder blocks
and now it’s time to begin planting and collecting
Today as I went for a walk down to the lake I found some more succulents for me to propagate.
This succulent love that I’m experiencing right now is making me feel all warm and fuzzy. Not only am I experiencing the warm fuzzy love of succulents, I can see that at my core I am an artist first, then gardener,
Or should I say gardening is art?
I know, that does sound cliché and I could probably use another word besides journey for my title but that is what art is….it’s a journey.
It has its ups and downs, it has its adventures, there are dry times and then there are the prolific times. That’s what creativity does, it takes you on a journey.
Lately this journey has taken me to some interesting places where I’ve been dong prophetic art for others. This has been such a fulfilling experience that I could not have imagined for myself, yet my own personal arty pursuit moments were making me feel a little frustrated. I even have been struggling to write words in my journal and have been annoyed at such inspirational lack.
So what did do to fix this little conundrum?……besides looking at Pinterest! (which sometimes is not wise as it can make one even more frustrated by ones lack of action).
Well it all started with the Book Thief .
In one part of the story, Max the Jewish bloke who was hiding out in the book thief’s basement used the pages from Hitler’s Mein Kampf and then wrote his own story on the whitewashed pages. I know for a long time that artists have been working with old books to create wonderful pieces of work, however for me I’ve never gone there because I’ve had an issue with wreaking a book.
A couple of days ago I decided that it was time to get over my issue and just follow my inspiration.
I purchased two old books which came to $4 and I also purchased brown paper lunch bags because it’s all about following the inspiration. I then went and sat in a lovely space and commenced my “getting over my issue”.
I then went home and continued with my inspiration flight and did this
I’ve since added a few more pages and have constructed a book. Following this approach has been a huge relief and I can’t wait to see where it takes me. Lets just say my clogged up brain suddenly could see many open doors to more creativity and as a result of that awesome thought I drew this.
So what is my little takeaway message here? Go with what is nagging at your inspiration muscle, as you will feel so much better when you do and you never know where the journey will take you next.
The other day I took a walk down to my local shopping centre when I noticed this tag
I was immediately struck by the prophetic nature of the image, so I took a pic and proclaimed 1 Peter 2:9 over the person who scribed it
9 But you are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, God’s special possession,that you may declare the praises of him who called you out of darkness into his wonderful light.
I want to clarify that I do not condone tagging or criminal behaviour, yet looking at this tag gave me hope for this city. God loves the people who live in this post code and lets not forget it.
A week after capturing the tag we had our band fund-raiser so that we can purchase equipment to record our songs. I had no intention of doing any prophetic art but after the prompting of one of our church members I thought, what a good idea.
As I started painting that night, I had no clue about what I was going to create until God reminded me of the tag.
The image down the bottom is a big symbolic hug. Not only does Jesus want to call this post code his royal priest hood but he wants to give it a big Heavenly hug.
I’m glad that I captured the tag, as today it was gone. It was white washed over and as we all know, tagging is naughty.
Just recently I have launched out and have begun to do prophetic drawings for other people.
What is Prophetic art?
What I consider to be prophetic art is where I create from God’s heart to bless the person whom I am creating for. I’m not the only one doing this kind of thing. Here is what others say about prophetic art’ Worship Studio, Prophetic Artists, Daniel Vogler and many more.
My journey as an artist began as a small child and I have always considered myself an artist. When I was 17 I came to the Lord and found a whole new and wonderful life to live. When it came to God and art I always saw the connection but I never saw myself as a Christian artist. I have always seen myself as an artist who loves God. Yes, there is a difference 🙂
A number of years ago I painted my first prophetic painting at church (You can read about it here) and I had no idea that it was prophetic until a few years later when one of our elders mentioned it. Oh yeah, that’s prophetic!!! So that was in front of a church and a word in season but what about individuals?
So strangely at the end of last year I had a compulsion to draw this picture about one of my friends
My friend is the one who is flying and I had no intention of ever showing him the picture until I had another sudden urge to show him. The very next day I received a word saying that I will paint pictures that will bring healing to the person I have painted for. Things are heating up people!!!
So I began the journey after one of my friends asked me for one
I then thought that I would draw a picture for the newly appointed elders of our church.
It’s important to note that this is not my style of art, yet it is a thoroughly enjoyable way to be creative. I think about the person and ask God what I should draw. I then get an image. Once I start the first part of the picture the rest just flows and God gives me an encouraging word for the recipient. I also pray that what I drawing will mean something to the receiver and that it indeed shall bring a healing to them that is supernatural. This really is an exciting way to do art. I love it.
Today I drew another picture for someone. While I was drawing this I was reflecting on a word I had received the night before from one of our elders. she saw me giving away daisy’s to people. Oh yeah…..love that word. I then had a sudden Holy Ghost thought “I should draw daisy’s and give them away” So I did!!
I gave these two to the cafe workers who serve me coffee all the time.
I’m so loving doing all this creative stuff.
This is just the beginning of an exciting journey and I am struggling to put into words but I’ll try because I want to keep a record of this awesome wave I am on.
I’ll shall keep you all posted.