I am a troubled soul. I don’t know why. I often feel it is the violence of two accidents I had ten years apart when I was young. But I was troubled long before that. I remember in the 4th grade being unable to eat breakfast for fear I might miss the bus. Everyone has a certain personality that they war with. Mine is trouble. But by mercy and great grace, I have been given a new soul that is sincere and peaceful. It needs much nourishment and the same grace that gave me the new soul has also guided me to the nourishment of it. Jesus. Period. Betty. Hiking. Art. Art for me is a way in which I interpret most of my world experiences using beauty. Beauty of all sorts. Beauty of form. I often say if you can conceive of a form as beautiful as the sphere do it—but you can’t. Beauty of material; gold, wood, stone, dirt. Dirt is one of the kindest, most beautiful, and most sincere materials of all time—it can grow trees. Beauty of conceptual meaning in ways that are sincere—sugar; what a kind idea. Thinking about Art, and making Art, turns a very anxious and hurtful world into an idea of the serenity of created beauty. One of the great joys of life with a new soul is the daily knowing and being known by God as an artist.
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