photo credit mandejoy
Roaming in and out of passages, the walls spoke loudly, inviting passersby to ponder deep meanings of brush strokes and inspiring a new generation of artists. As I gazed upon the naturalistic Monet painting that took my breath away, I glanced at the girls slouched in a corner waiting for the clock to strike “It’s-Time-to-Go-Home!”
As we continued through the art galleries, my frustration grew with each passing eye roll and complaining whimper. It was pure torture because they didn’t know how to engage with the artwork. They’d pull out a camera to snap a shot and the guard motioned to put it away. They touched a sculpture to explore its texture and the curator said not to touch. They climbed on walls holding the 340 ton granite rock while off in the distance a museum worker yelled to get down.
My daughters had enough. Rather than beholding beautiful artwork, they simple saw unapproachable spaces with boundaries at every bend.
In creating art, every artist casts a vision for others to see; a window into the imagination and a reflection of innermost thoughts. As landscapes are swept across a canvas, the artist brings to life that which is only seen in the mind. It is a destination known only by the one who holds the paintbrush.
I want to be a vision caster.
I want to teach my children to dream and create and venture beyond their own imagination. Always, approachable, God is the Master Artist, who bids my girls, “Come!”
I want my daughters to see God in every part of their life and to pursue the subtle whispers of our Savior.
Before we visited the art gallery, I never taught my daughters how to see beauty that graced white washed walls. We walked in and they floundered, not being able to experience the art how they wanted. The next time we ventured into a creative space, I asked questions to spur them toward exploration.
What colors do you see? Are they bright or dark?
How do you feel when looking at the painting?
If you touched the art what do you think it would fee like?
Can you imagine what the artist was thinking about when painting?
Sketch in your notebook an abstract face like Picasso’s portrait.
And on and on, I encourage them to engage in the mystery behind frames of color.
At times, I recite a scripture or share a story and even in the divine, I can tell, they can’t see the Beauty. So I invite them into the presence of God by prompting them to see.
Did you see the beautiful sunset God painted in the sky?
How did you feel when you found the heart shaped rock?
Can you imagine the words of the song God sings over you?
Write in your journal the ways God has provided for you.
And on and on, I encourage them to approach God behind orange skies and see Him in the ways He sustains.
Every day I see God work in mysterious ways or sense His words in the stillness of my thoughts. I see Him as I feel the ocean waves end at my toes and in the embrace of a friend who’s shared her secrets. I behold the beauty of Jesus singing hymns of praise and in smelling the sweet breath of a newborn baby.
As I ask my girls questions and share personal encounters with Christ, I pray I am casting a wide vision for them to see God and all his matchless works of art. Oh, that they would gaze upon His gallery of majesty and never want to leave!