It is no secret to those of you who know me: I have suffered from depression.
At is worst, it has been a condition characterised by an inability to receive comfort or love from anything or anyone.
At times the only relief I could find was to sleep.
But as I recovered I began to find that in an art gallery, I could for a few short hours, experience a freedom from the inside of my own head and enough hope of healing to keep me sane for a little more time. In a gallery I found some pieces that were missing from my cold black life. I found colour, form, perspective, shades, compositions that held in balance conflicting views and most of all I found beauty.
I found hope and beauty in paint.
Paint: brushed and stroked, marked and manipulated, smoothed and textured, in dots and dashes, in broad sweeps and layers.
One small window painted in colours on a solid black wall. It loosed my tongue, swelled my soul and made me reach beyond the flat colour palette into the beauty of the beating heart of the God who lay somewhere on the other side of the paint.
This week several friends have submitted posts based on the prompt word PAINT. I was interested to watch two main themes emerging: finding the confidence to develop our own creativity and the positive impact of visiting a gallery.
Debbie has started her own blog, At Home on the Rolling Sea and has posted a poem there
Carolyn has written about her own creative work which is a significant part of her personal story.
And finally *STOP PRESS* a contribution from Karen,
Paint is something that is a big thing in my life at the moment. To paint or not to paint on a weekly basis? Moving home and needing to freshen up is a chore to me. I had time off work recently and paint is what I did along with some very good friends who came to give me a hand. Painting with friends is so much more fun and so much less a chore. Now one friend is trying to convince me to veer away from the safety of magnolia. I am not yet totally persuaded, but may be converted soon. Then the decision is what colour to paint? There are so many colours and shades and variations on a theme, but what I do like about paint is the persuasive art of naming it to conjure up an image like azure blue makes me thing of a Caribbean sea and waving palm trees, pillar box red or lime green the choice is endless. If you want to discover my choice once I’ve done the deed, call in and have a coffee sometime.
And some wonderful quotes from David,
“Such is my relationship with God: on my gigantic canvass of life, I am the one throwing all of the brightly-coloured paints, creating genuine splatters, authentic whirlpools of colour, beautiful patterns, wonderful streaks and stains and wild accents; God is the one with the paintbrush who stands beside my canvass filling all the intricate and amazing details in between the whirlpools and the streaks! We’re happy together!”
― C. JoyBell C. “Once, Turner had himself lashed to the mast of a ship for several hours, during a furious storm, so that he could later paint the storm. Obviously, it was not the storm itself that Turner intended to paint. What he intended to paint was a representation of the storm. One’s language is frequently imprecise in that manner, I have discovered.”
― David Markson
There is still time to join us. you don’t have to be an experienced writer and you don’t even need your own blog. Our writing collaboration is demonstrating that we all have something to say and no one is excluded. So why not add your voice by following the simple instructions below?
- Write for 5 minutes using the prompt PAINT, anything you like (free-fall) !
- Email the piece to me and I will post it on my blog or you can post it on your own blog and send me the link
- If you post on your own blog you can also use the linky tool at the bottom of Lisa Jo Baker’s post and share your piece there
- If you share on lisajobaker.com you should check her guidelines and comment on the post that appear immediately before your own