I am, quite admittedly, not much of an artist. I never have been.
But last year, I began to experiment with paints and markers in my Moleskine, and I discovered how much the process can be prayer.
Often, I’ll pull out my art supplies, put a blank sheet in front of me, and have no idea what I’m going to create. It often starts with nothing more than a feeling or intuition.
That feeling or intuition may be heavy — out come the dark colors, painted all over the page. It may be hopeful — out come the yellows and greens. It may include a word or a line of words. It may carry symbols or patterns.
It may feel like fiery, passionate, hope-filled growth — and so out comes the painting you see above.
The paints teach me what my heart has to say. I discover what’s going on in there through color and brushstrokes.
And what comes out is a prayerful offering.
My heart. On the page. Offered up.
Has painting ever been prayer for you?