5 of my fav textures from Colorado!

1. Rocks on rocks... gray, red, sharp, chalky, black, white, silver, crumbly, smooth, heavy, speckled, sparkly, small, large... amazing in a stream, or when they form a wall.  The negative space that naturally forms in a rock wall is so interesting to look at... like a Frank Lloyd Wright design...

2. broken wood...any kind.  the form, the way a broken piece shows the layers and random yet perfect patterns...the function, strong yet soft, the color, weathered and gray, warm... i just want to hang it on my wall...

C. Grass? yes i know its normal, maybe boring (unless you are a Southern California resident at the moment) but when its side by side to a totally different texture like rock, its so soothing to my senses...i just want to lay down in it and read a book...

4. Log Cabins... the line, the form, the cozy feelings i get... the following image is the wall of our bedroom where we are staying at the moment in Buena Vista, CO... the patterns that have formed over the last 100 years are just amazing... i think a painting will come out of this soon!

5. MY HAIR!! Ha Ha no Im serious!  Compare to Oxford, Mississippi- its So smooth, not frizzy.  So wavy, not frizzy. So control-able, not frizzy.  I literally only have washed it 2x in 17 days! Glorious!

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so there... a lesson in the senses and how textures affect me!  As I grow as an artist in my field of "abstract landscape" acrylic paintings, look for some of these textures in my work! And the great hair days... my mom always said "when you look good you play good"! ha ha! Have a wonderful day! 

Surrender

Surrender has been this theme in my life lately (like the past 8 years) its my word, my motto although the patterns in my little life have been the opposite -fight! charge! win! And although these patterns are necessary in moments like in all those soccer games i played in from ages 7-18 and (actually went on my senior year of h.s. to play in the State Final Game in Slidell, LA-which we lost 4-3) or the time i failed the swimming part of my lifeguard exam my senior year of h.s. and almost drowned then went and had swimming lessons and swam every freaking day for 6 weeks then passed/became a lifeguard/did summer staff at Lake Champion/Jesus changed my life... but when it comes to living life surrender is most definitely what i need... let me explain .... 8 years ago our marriage was literally falling apart and my counselor asked me "raina, what do you think about weakness?" and i reply "thats a stupid question" and she looked at me over her reading glasses, and asked me "well what does Jesus think about weakness?" Boom i was discipled ( looked up 2 Corinthians 12:9) we are designed to live Life from another - a source who possesses it -I know this- and believe it but do I believe it? Its an ongoing process of choosing to surrender and it starts with my mind, my thoughts, NOT my emotions... let me give you 2 examples

1. Headed to Nicaragua with Young Life College for 8 days, Allen and I had dropped off my kids with my parents, I'm crying hysterically (like snot filled, ugly crying) bc I was imagining horrible things happening to my babies while we were in another country... FEAR FEAR!  I asked Allen if he had a verse to combat this feeling of fear I was having and he said ,"While I was in Afghanistan (serving with National Guard) I had to just surrender my life every moment that I may die or worse get my leg blown off by a land mine." THATS it? just lay down and surrender something like your life? Surrender my children? to Jesus?  But, that sucks. I would rather have a fight verse, or DO something... but in my heart at that moment i experienced peace.  After all Jesus surrendered His life, he didn't hold onto his "rights", I can trust him...he understands... oh wait and Jesus loves them more than me, He loves them perfectly..., my emotions continued to scream NOOOOOOO! Fight! but I believed by faith, and I chose to surrender them and eventually my emotions calmed down, but the next hour I had to do it again, and the next day, but after that it wasn't so dramatic and I was able to fully give my heart to these YL college girls and listen to them and be available to them on the trip... and it was wonderful.

2.Leaving the beach Sunday, can't find Ellie G's Chacos that I JUST BOUGHT ... she left them on the boardwalk (normal... you leave your shoes and no one EVER messes with your stuff on the beach- its like on Oceans 13 "you shook Sinatra's hand", its like an unwritten code) but they weren't there, STOLEN.  What the fridge? So I had a brief freak out, punching people in my mind, yelling and screaming and gaining some sort of "CONTROL" yeah right, when something is stolen from you its such a horrible feeling, no control and you know it and can't do a dang thing about it... so I had to endure Allen's little innocent comment of "maybe next time you should buy her a cheap pair of flip flops from Wal-Mart"   ( replayed in my mind with a nagging baby voice), then I knew what was next, surrender.  Release my "grip" and let them go, I actually had to open my hands and turn them up towards heaven. And I did the whole replaying over and over in my mind what I should have done different or how I wanted to say cutting comments to sweet Ellie G about responsibility and all that, but I know better.  And thank goodness I kept all that ugly to myself and talked it out with Jesus and truly surrendered them over.  Besides Jesus knows exactly where the sandles are and if he wanted me to find them He can move heaven and earth... but my kind mom called me yesterday and offered to buy her a new pair- so cool. 

surrrender (verb) to yield (something) to the possession or power of another; deliver up possession of on demand or under duress:

Me surrendering my coffee to this one  

Me surrendering my coffee to this one  

My fav place in the world!

 

Ahhhhhh right now it's a perfect day in June, it's a Wednesday, noon, and I'm sitting on the beach at gulf shores, - at this usual time on a usual day the kids would be home (summer vaca yay!!) I'd be making lunch , gearing up to put gray down for his nap, then  heading up to my studio for some quiet time to create and Push paint and think! But I'm sitting under an umbrella next to my honey, watching my 2 youngest boys pretend the umbrella digger thingie is a rocket gun, my oldest boy is looking for sand dollars (which we found the mother load by the sand bar) and my sweet girl found some friends at the "next door neighbor "umbrella and is screaming at the moment (fun screams) in the water - a good break from reality and it's really good to actually play with my kids making sand castles and swimming and searching for treasures alongside the seashore. I don't play enough at home so I like these as golden opportunities!

Even Allen and I get into "kid mode"- yesterday we had my parents distract our kids , then we snuck off in the blow up raft and went past the sand bar and found the star fish community - literally hundreds of them on the ocean floor- amazing! 

Im also getting some fun ideas for my paintings ! Amazing colors in shells - indigo, mustard, creams, burnt umber, raw sienna, burnt sienna, Plus the beautiful teal and turquoise of the water - God is the master artist and it takes my breath away! 

Mother load (don't fret... We put them ALL back)  

Mother load (don't fret... We put them ALL back)  

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It's more than a Farmers Market

I love the farmers market!

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Saturday mornings and Tuesday afternoons all sorts of people come together to offer their hard work to us in the form of tomatoes, spinach, kale... kale... kale, green garlic, and lettuces of all kinds - wow I never imagined God made so many different types! The farmers market is exciting for many reasons, but one of the most important I though I should mention is that I'm doing a 21 day paleo challenge at the moment. Its fun to walk around and think "Hey! I Can eat most of this!" (sans the amazing focccaca breads and amazingness of the bread lady's tent).

Any who, I was holding gray (2.5) and trying to pay the blueberry man his $6, and Gray is grabbing everything he can out of my wallet and purse so out falls this walmart receipt that was as long as my arm and it was a little embarrassing because here is this man who grows amazing blueberries and he's telling me all about packaging them and "here get this pint it's got more." When I shop at the farmers' market,  I am living in the promise that these farmers and growers and makers really care about me and want the best for me from their talents of growing food or making amazing bread (that I cannot enjoy at his moment). That idea contrasts so greatly with the $267.84 I just spent at a huge store that could care less about me and my family's wellbeing. Even when I bring my own bags (not all) of the cashier friends look at me all crazy!  

I feel the same way about art! Why not buy local, original art? We don't have to go out and make our homes or offices perfect all at once, take your time, make it an adventure! As an artist , I care about you and your family and your home - I want my paintings to bring joy and light and a little bit of happy into this world, which needs it so badly!

I also want to be part of your story- when we first moved to Oxford I wasn't accustomed to normal families who sought out and invested in original art. My circle of peeps just went to Hobby Lobby or Pier One and bought whatever was cool and on sale, but this super small eclectic town encouraged an environment of celebrating original art! And so far I've heard so many fun stories about paintings or photographs or drawings in people's homes - one couple saw a large painting at an outdoor fair in Florida and strapped it to the roof of their car to drive it back to Oxford all the while taking turns holding it from inside the car (picture a car with 2 arms sticking out the windows holding on to their treasure for dear life during a 8 hour car ride!) So fun! Clearly, it was onnly possible because they didn't have children at the time! But they treasure that painting and have an adventure to go along with it!

In Staci Eldredge's book "Captivating" she says about beauty (and I'm paraphrasing here), "beauty matters, beauty speaks, it nourishes , beauty comforts, it inspires and is transcendent"

C.S. Lewis says, "We do not want merely to see beauty, though , God knows, even that is bounty enough. We want something else which can hardly be put into words- to be united with beauty we see, to pass into it, to receive it into ourselves" (The Weight of Glory). 

I hear "buy local" a lot lately but my heart has truly been awakened even more to the desire for investing in others who invest in my family and this town we live in- teachers, farmers, artists, writers, makers and Bankers, boutique owners  and the list goes on and on! Thank you to all who have invested in me - I keep painting and exploring and expanding my abilities to create because of you! 

 

I grabbed the boys away from their impromptu soccer game in the field next to the tent to do a quick selfie 

I grabbed the boys away from their impromptu soccer game in the field next to the tent to do a quick selfie 

Ellie grace with her "seed art" 

Ellie grace with her "seed art" 

Love letters

Soooo, I have this thing with Jesus where he gives me encouragement through his creation and says to me a simple "I love you and I know you." They mostly come in the shape of a heart but sometimes I believe they come in a kind word from someone or a straight up answer to a prayer.

All of this stems from my believe that they are from Him by faith, it says in Hebrews "without faith it is impossible to please God..." And I love thinking on faith because it's pretty important and one day we won't have it any longer-  when we see Jesus face to face. So, I want to be a woman of faith.

Any who I got a love letter while cooking my kids breakfast and it was the coolest especially after a couple hard weeks! 

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