Birdsong wings its piquant patterns, as if in tune to the way light is dappling and softening the lawns as I step from my car this morn. The perfect stillness, the refreshing…the memories I love here… all is enlivening to a creative spirit in me.
“Oh! I just knew this was the yellowish-brick she meant!” I declare silently to myself as I slip unobtrusively (I hope!) to the front of this home she wants me to draw as a surprise gift. I’m careful not to get too close. “They have security cameras,” she warns,”though if you can go today to snap a few photos, they should be away…”
Mm... the glory that is spilling from heaven over this landscape makes me click away more than I really need… like sipping from an endless cup of thirst…
This 1940 charmer sits across the street (with a slight jig over) from a Cape Cod treasure my dear friends once owned — one they tried every way to stay in but did not offer enough space for their growing family. It’s on a Norman Rockwell-ish street I’ve loved long and perused in walks over, as Anne Shirley dreams by her lake of shining waters – a drive where summer twirls it’s green frock, autumn dresses with persimmon and pumpkin, and Christmas lights the way over snow with candlewick luminaria from home to home…
She sends me now some straight-on views as possibilities, but it’s this side pose I hope she chooses – and she does! — for it makes me feel as if I’m there, as if in a movie opening where the camera is floating in over the neighborhood to bring you into the mood…
Lightness is on my shoulders as I draw this piece… praise welling… and I find myself thinking of the artist who called himself “Painter of light.” Is it possible to create such a light from black and white? I would love to be able to that, Lord… to know a fresh anointing from Your Hands… and somehow…paint light with my pen and ink and pencil.
He alone has been showing me style and technique to make things look a certain way… for I haven’t known much if any real training… Then, just before I begin on the lawn area of this one, an image of soft pencil grays and patches of sunlight and tree shadows is strongly in my mind. When I put the pencil to paper, I am suddenly knowing a way to create those spots of gleam…
As I look at the result, I am stunned by the sense of wonder it seems to have added to the picture. That inexplicable feeling of an early morning that makes you sense Presence, Glory light falling softly all round…
At least…that is what I hope it makes the owners of this piece sense each time they look at it.
And I suddenly feel – as if I am stepping onto a threshold to a fresh style that I want to explore more and more… Like the way I love how the photographers caught sunlight shadow play in old black and white films…
A thought whispers over me as I ponder all these ideas… that this is a creative longing in His heart for each of us. Oh, NOT just in art. But in all the areas of our lives where He wants to shine as light through a stained glass window.
Is there a passion within you that makes you want supernatural wisdom, ability, strength to accomplish beyond what you know how to do? Or think you ever could?
Don’t settle for limitations you imagine.
Ask Me, He says.
And I will accelerate and anoint the work of your hands (and heart)
in ways you have not yet imagined.
© Pam Depoyan
Pen and Ink Drawing, “Dappled Morn” … Mine.
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This photo appears a bit dingy for some reason…really a cheerful colonial blue wall. And the framed picture is more fresh white in person. But thought I’d share how I just framed this one in traditional frame. So many framing options, it was hard to choose… I can see it in a simple modern black frame too, as I’ve done others, but I’m more of an English cottage person for myself so thought I’d try this white and soft gray frame for my own print of this… 🙂