I am back to school and riding out the changes that have happened and are in the midst with a peace that I don't understand. So much has changed in my circumstances and in myself that I am still trying to wrap my mind around.
I am going to start using this website to post past work that I have done, and current work. I am ready to take my "secret life of painting" out in the open, and share with people in the hope that it will be used for more than decorative purposes in my apartment. Because of a lack of space, and a readiness to get rid of things that I have been holding on to, I have decided to sell pieces from college to raise funds for a future missions trip that I am hoping to be a part of.
If you are interested in purchasing any of these pieces, or if you would like a larger image, let me know by sending me an email to: sfilby28@hotmail.com with the title and description.
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Sunday, June 29, 2008
In the midst of NYC
Thank you, thank you, thank you for the part that you played in making this summer happen in NYC. Through the multiple paintings sold through this website, as well as through other random donations, and 2 painting commissions, all the funds were brought in!
I am now 3 weeks into my stay here, and finally feeling somewhat adapted to the crazy atmosphere and culture. I have had the opportunity to see some artwork, meet a lot of wonderful artists, as well as create some artwork myself.
We are working toward our gallery show which will be July 9th-12th at our gallery and studio space on W. 28th Street in Manhattan. The students (and staff) are working hard to get their pieces prepared within the theme of "Re-Humanization" for the show. I will post my painting when it is finished.
Thanks again for your support.
I am now 3 weeks into my stay here, and finally feeling somewhat adapted to the crazy atmosphere and culture. I have had the opportunity to see some artwork, meet a lot of wonderful artists, as well as create some artwork myself.
We are working toward our gallery show which will be July 9th-12th at our gallery and studio space on W. 28th Street in Manhattan. The students (and staff) are working hard to get their pieces prepared within the theme of "Re-Humanization" for the show. I will post my painting when it is finished.
Thanks again for your support.
Monday, March 31, 2008
Friday, March 28, 2008
Attempt
My words often escape me, especially when talking. I speak often to find that my words are jumbled and lost; my thoughts unspoken. I cannot find the words. If only I could speak and write in pictures, I would be better understood and a lot less frustrated.
Art is a communication tool for many, as well as for me. I speak through my art what I cannot put down on paper, and through terms that my spoken words cannot reveal. Creating, for me is much more than a task or an expression. I have found that when I do not create, I cannot breathe. It is as though I were being held underwater; speechless and frantic. I must create because it is the language tool through which my soul speaks, one that has been granted to me out of the image and essence of my Creator. It is only by Him and, through Him that I am what I am and can do what I do. My ultimate desire is that I would be breathing my every breath to give Him credit for what is rightfully His. I am His.
I have been creating ever since I was little. I am an only child, strong-willed, and raised in a single-parent household, where I had to find my own entertainment to keep myself occupied. The television often bored me, and I could never sit still long enough to read enough books to satisfy my itching desire to find myself. I would often spend hours in the living room, in the basement, or in my bedroom making things to suffice the creative thirst I had within me. As I grew older the raw desire to create morphed into something new--a desire to create and find beauty.
Looking back now, I see this paired with my increasing desire in my teenage years to find God. I longed for something that was pure, unadulterated, perfect, flawless, and beautiful--all things that I began to realize I wasn't and could never be sufficient. Even though I kept them separate until a few years ago, my art and my relationship with God mirrored each other. They were the same. The things that I was searching for in God, I was searching for in my artwork.
I am now finally realizing that creating is not a job or even just a talent, but that it is exercising the very existence I have been given. I am created in the image of my God. He is the Creator.
I am breathing.
Art is a communication tool for many, as well as for me. I speak through my art what I cannot put down on paper, and through terms that my spoken words cannot reveal. Creating, for me is much more than a task or an expression. I have found that when I do not create, I cannot breathe. It is as though I were being held underwater; speechless and frantic. I must create because it is the language tool through which my soul speaks, one that has been granted to me out of the image and essence of my Creator. It is only by Him and, through Him that I am what I am and can do what I do. My ultimate desire is that I would be breathing my every breath to give Him credit for what is rightfully His. I am His.
I have been creating ever since I was little. I am an only child, strong-willed, and raised in a single-parent household, where I had to find my own entertainment to keep myself occupied. The television often bored me, and I could never sit still long enough to read enough books to satisfy my itching desire to find myself. I would often spend hours in the living room, in the basement, or in my bedroom making things to suffice the creative thirst I had within me. As I grew older the raw desire to create morphed into something new--a desire to create and find beauty.
Looking back now, I see this paired with my increasing desire in my teenage years to find God. I longed for something that was pure, unadulterated, perfect, flawless, and beautiful--all things that I began to realize I wasn't and could never be sufficient. Even though I kept them separate until a few years ago, my art and my relationship with God mirrored each other. They were the same. The things that I was searching for in God, I was searching for in my artwork.
I am now finally realizing that creating is not a job or even just a talent, but that it is exercising the very existence I have been given. I am created in the image of my God. He is the Creator.
I am breathing.
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