lets go sailing...
[I wrote this awhile ago...]
Okay so I finished my first ever painting late last week. I painted this photograph that I took of the ocean. So I guess that means I can say it is completely an original (or so Aubrey tells me).
The day that photograph was taken was a beautiful day…it was a blue day. Everything about that day was blue, the ocean was more blue than I had ever seen it before. But it wasn’t just one shade of blue, there must have been hundreds of different shades of blue. The Sky was no different, there was not a cloud to be seen. There was this baby blue tint that filled the backdrop that was the sky. The sky looked like it was made to compliment the ocean that day. In the middle of all this blue was this white sailboat. It moved from right to left along the horizon with such grace. And so I did what anyone would do with a camera...I captured it.
So my friend Aubrey, she taught me how to paint…you could say I was her disciple through this painting process. She was a great teacher. She began with showing me how to hold the paintbrush. Then she helped me mix all the different color blues, which by the way she said that I must have had over 200 different shades of blue in my created ocean. Then she said something that I still think about today, she told me that I would get angry at some point during this painting process (she cautioned me). She said that I would want to give up. But she said I couldn’t. She said that it was just the sign of a great painting coming to life. You know what? She was right. I hated that painting half way through the night. One thing you should know about painting is that it freezes time. Four hours in a studio feels like twenty minutes. But when you get angry those twenty minutes in a studio feels like four hours. It took me two nights to finish that painting. Two nights of Norah Jones, Madeleine Peyroux, Depeche Mode, Paul Simon, and Fat Tire…I am excited to start again.
I think a lot about that painting nevertheless. I think about being a Christian, and how often I just want to give up. Or better yet I think about being a Christian leader and how often I think about all the reason to just walk away. Do you have paintings in your life? I do. But what if I cautioned you. I told you that at some point you would want to give up. But you can’t. Rather this is only a sign of a great painting coming to life.
I want to be apart of that painting process.
heart.soul.mind
kyle diroberts
Okay so I finished my first ever painting late last week. I painted this photograph that I took of the ocean. So I guess that means I can say it is completely an original (or so Aubrey tells me).
The day that photograph was taken was a beautiful day…it was a blue day. Everything about that day was blue, the ocean was more blue than I had ever seen it before. But it wasn’t just one shade of blue, there must have been hundreds of different shades of blue. The Sky was no different, there was not a cloud to be seen. There was this baby blue tint that filled the backdrop that was the sky. The sky looked like it was made to compliment the ocean that day. In the middle of all this blue was this white sailboat. It moved from right to left along the horizon with such grace. And so I did what anyone would do with a camera...I captured it.
So my friend Aubrey, she taught me how to paint…you could say I was her disciple through this painting process. She was a great teacher. She began with showing me how to hold the paintbrush. Then she helped me mix all the different color blues, which by the way she said that I must have had over 200 different shades of blue in my created ocean. Then she said something that I still think about today, she told me that I would get angry at some point during this painting process (she cautioned me). She said that I would want to give up. But she said I couldn’t. She said that it was just the sign of a great painting coming to life. You know what? She was right. I hated that painting half way through the night. One thing you should know about painting is that it freezes time. Four hours in a studio feels like twenty minutes. But when you get angry those twenty minutes in a studio feels like four hours. It took me two nights to finish that painting. Two nights of Norah Jones, Madeleine Peyroux, Depeche Mode, Paul Simon, and Fat Tire…I am excited to start again.
I think a lot about that painting nevertheless. I think about being a Christian, and how often I just want to give up. Or better yet I think about being a Christian leader and how often I think about all the reason to just walk away. Do you have paintings in your life? I do. But what if I cautioned you. I told you that at some point you would want to give up. But you can’t. Rather this is only a sign of a great painting coming to life.
I want to be apart of that painting process.
heart.soul.mind
kyle diroberts
posted by Kyle DiRoberts at 11:50 PM
1 Comments:
I found your blog. I am glad you are online and writing your thoughts down for all to read. Trust me, at times you will also hate this :-)
I put a link on my blog to your blog, so people should start finding it :-)
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