Is God A Painter?

Is God a painter

Or a royal judge?

Does he frown on our foolishness

Or does he allow his laughter to rung?

Is God an artist

Or is he a lawman?

Is God a creator

Or is he doorman?

Does the artist soul belong to his King

Or does God prefer the judicial scene?

Do the greek muses reflect some of his deity

Or is God silent, refusing rejoicing?

Is God a writer

Winding stories together?

Is God a realist

Forgetting the beauty we claim he created

Or does God bathe in uniqueness

That he himself has dated?

Is God more than we imagine,

A painter, creator,

A battle torn warrior

A writer, a singer

A majestic majesty producer?

Is God a lawyer

His book of order to use

Or is God a painter

Beauty in the world to infuse?

Does God frown as we create

Or does our paintings allow us a view at heaven’s gates?

~~A Rough Spot~~

Guys, I was totally creatively dry on Tuesday (not to mention sleep deprived) and so I decided today I would do WHATEVER I wanted on my blog, even if that meant rambling about my life and my writing, because I’m hoping that helps me get creative again.

I’ve been stressing about my writing, the deadlines I’ve set for myself and others have set for me, not to mention the fact that I want to work on school more, because I’m inspired to actually finish high school someday.  (For a bit I might have wanted to stay in high school forever.)   I usually start stressing when I can’t sleep, and that keeps me from sleeping, which keeps me from having energy, which keeps me from life, which makes me stress even more, which makes me sleep even less, and then the circle keeps going around and around.

But you know what?

I’ve got some awesome friends who are there to help me out.

And I’ve got a supportive family, who love me, and want what’s best for me.

So I’m going to ramble today, and I’m going to talk about what I’m writing, and how I feel about life.

Oh, and before we get into that, adding chocolate milk to your coffee doesn’t make a mocha…Sadly. 😦

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I’ve been writing a Dystopian novel, which I’ve called my secret project.  At the moment I’ve gotten so far!  But I made a deadline to be done today.  And I haven’t…Yet.  And so that’s kinda brought me down, along with missing my scheduled blog post on Tuesday.  The idea of letting myself down on blogging just kinda crushed me on Tuesday, and so on Wednesday I tried to push it out of my mind.  I’m not a big fan for dwelling on failure.

I kinda just laid around in my room, wrote a paragraph before deleting it, and mentally berating myself for being so exhausted, and then I would stress out that I would skip Saturday, and so the post was never written on Tuesday.  I would say I’m sorry, but I’m really not.

The weather around here has been beautiful, and that has also has almost depressed me, which is odd.  The beautiful weather has made walking and exercising more enjoyable, but I’ve also just been…I dunno.  In a rough spot.  (And I never got the snow I wanted this winter. 😦 )

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But guess what?  In rough spots of life, God lets His light shine through.  I’ve been so encouraged by reading my Bible, and talking with friends and my mom.  They’ve been amazing.

I also had to write an article about hope by the twentieth of this month for a magazine.  And I had no idea what to write.  But my awesome friend helped me out, and an article on hope for the lonely was born.  It was hard to write, but it was so rewarding.  Writing is often easy for me, so to actually have to work, and work hard on something has been strange, but good.  Good for me, in the way yucky tasting medicine is good for you.

I have been sleeping a bit better, which is a relief.   I’ve also been working on my art, and I finished a really hard portrait painting for a friend.  I think another reason it’s been hard to write is because I’ve been beating myself up about it.  I went over the deadline I made for myself, and it also didn’t turn out like I wanted it to.

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But you know what? It’s okay.  It’s one of the best portrait paintings I’ve done so far, and so I’m okay with it.  I’m okay with not being perfect, and you know what?  That’s something we all have to accept.  We’re all growing and learning, every day it’s a new day.  At least I tried, and I’m proud of that.

I’ve been working on the magazine I edit, and figuring out my next steps in my life, not that they’re that important, but we all have to decide every month if we like the way we went last week, and each day we’re working towards a goal.  I guess I’m just evaluating my goals.

But I’m excited about blogging again, and I have an awesome post for Tuesday, and some exciting news coming up, so you guys hang in tight.  Amie’s not down yet.  She just was a bit discouraged.

Now…I have an email to write for all my Newsies, and I have a book to write.  I’m full of ideas, and ready to get going.

Like always, I am…

Crazy…

Nope, that wasn’t right.  I mean,

~~Amie~~

 

Artist’s Goals

Hello, it’s Cam again.  I’ve been thinking about how to make this more interesting, but I wasn’t able to.  I decided it would be a bit boring for myself to show you everyday ranch life, and so I decided that I should talk about the other thing that takes up most my time.

One of my dreams is to be an artist when I get older.  At the moment, I’m trying to focus on school and horseback riding, and chores but art is my passion.  A passion that grows with every failure and masterpiece I create.

Cassy has remarked that I only draw horses and humans.  That isn’t true, and I’m working on a landscape at the moment, but my best works are people and horses. That’s what I enjoy watching and interacting with, and so that’s what I paint/draw.  Are you ready to see my art work?

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I was doodling one of the horses in the pasture, and I just added some writing to it.  Cassy and I took a hand lettering class, but I’m not very good at it.  I’m better at the actual drawing.

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Someone from our church wanted a portrait of their little girl, and so I drew this sketch.  They seemed to like it, and they said that some time they might want a painting.  (I enjoy drawing little children.  Their reactions when they see their portraits are priceless.)

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This painting took a long time, and I still need to frame it, but I’m rather proud of it.  I like the different shades of blue that make up this picture, and of course, it’s HORSES.  What’s not to love?  And the yellow highlights…And green???? I can’t wait to frame it and get it on the wall!

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I also spent a very long time on this portrait of Abraham Lincoln.  It’s done with Willow charcoal, and I spent a long time over the graft and just erasing and redoing.  I’m very proud of it, and I can’t wait to do it again with another picture.  Maybe I should do my friend Amie…What do you say?  Who’s portrait should I try next?

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Cassy dared me to do some “modern” art.  She said that Abraham Lincoln looked like he was from the 1800s, and I should try being a fourteen-year-old girl, and so I drew this.  It was pretty simple and boring, but Cassy loved it and said I should do more drawings like this.  *shrugs* It’s not very impressive.

And now we shall end with a picture that makes me feel very happy.  I mostly wear work boots on the ranch, but whenever we go into town or go to church, I’m wearing my Chuck Taylors.

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Thank you for reading this!  Are you an artist?  What was your favorite drawing/painting in this post?  What do you want to do with your life?

Cam

A Peak into a Project

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The stealthy sound of socks sliding across carpet was heard by the cat on the bed.  It was so silent, that the cat looked startled, especially when she couldn’t see who was walking through the room at night.

The cat’s ears were pricked, her sense keen–as keen as they could be with the heavy scent of paint in her nostrils.  She knew something wasn’t right, but what was it?

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A movement caught her eye. There!  In the middle of the room on the beanbag sofa.  It was a mini human that was made out of plastic?  And it was moving on it’s own?  What diabolical plans did it have?

Knowing the cat had to protective new room of her master girl master, she turned over and fell into a deep slumber.  A slumber that allowed the intruders to finish their plans.

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Strangely, it was fun to get my dolls out again for that intro.  Poor things have been neglected for the last six months.  ANYWAY.  Did you catch one thing the cat thought?  Maybe?  Maybe?

If so, Rose and I have moved into a “new” room.

😳

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I still cannot believe it. I mean, we’ve only slept in it for about two weeks now. XD  But, I’m going to take you through the whole process of the week before we moved in.  *nods* Why?  Because you’ll see why I still have paint in my hair!  (I think there is still some on my toe nails, too. XD)

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We moved into the room that once was the nursery, but was used as the playroom before we moved in.  It’s rather big, with a low slanting roof that I keep hitting my head on.  (Oh, the pains of being tall.)  My mom thought it would be cute…

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To have pink baseboards, blue and pink walls, yellow roof, yellow window sills, and blue doors.  All in all, it was cute…For a eighteen-month-old.  But when two teenage a teenager and a tween move into a room like this, they don’t want it to look like that.

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So?  Someone had extra paint that they gave us, and I got underway.  I taped off the baseboards, and got to work.  I worked Friday (partly.  I had to go to my real job for most of the day. 😉 ) Saturday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and finished up on Thursday.  Actually, no.  I didn’t work Tuesday or Wednesday, I don’t think.  Or did I?  Ugh, all those dreadfully hot days are blending together. XD

The most tragic things all happened on Saturday night.  (LET ME TELL YOU.  You would not have liked to be around me Saturday night. XD)  I was rushing to finish on more wall.  I had gotten five walls done, and I wanted to get just one more done.  But we only had three rollers, and I had already used them.  WELL.  No one told me you weren’t supposed to use a wet roller.

Haha, it was so not funny that it’s humorous.  I was about to cry, and there was grey paint/water all over my freshly painted baseboards, and it was traumatic.  But the bigger problem was that I had starved myself to get this all done. (I hardly ate anything that week.  😬 ENFP syndrome, maybe?)  So, I was like the grinch, except it wasn’t Christmas.  To finish a terrible ending, after my shower, my hands swelled twice their normal size with an allergic reaction to something.  Haha, talk about miserable.

ANYWHO.  It was so worth it when on Thursday I finished the ceiling and moved in some of our furniture.  Oh, I’m getting ahead of myself.  I did everything but the finishing touches myself.  I let Rose do that.

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Rose doing finishing touches.  OH!  And I forgot to tell you about my drywall repair adventure.  It looks amazing, and I actually have another one to do where my brother somehow tore a hole in the wall when the curtain rod fell.  🤨

But, now to what it looks like now.

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This is what my side of the bedroom looks like from the door.  The only thing we agreed on matching with is the bedspreads.  (Because, no matter what people said, I was NOT about to have a bed like Rose’s and Rose didn’t want a bed like mine. *nods*)

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This is Rose’s side of the room.  She isn’t as neat as I am, at least, not at the moment.  Our older brother, Phil, enjoys hanging out in here.  They both were reading when I took this picture. XD

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So, this is my bed.  Above my bed, I have two paintings I did recently.  I plan to put my pictures up there as I create them.  The sign is personal.  *smiles* And, of course, one of my darling violins.  That little pillow on my bed I quilted, and the white comforter is “my” comforter I sleep with ALL the time.  My siblings can’t believe I sleep with a comforter in 90 degree weather, but it’s just so comforting.

(Oh, and my camera bag that’s not usually there. 😉 )

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I actually have two bedside tables.  One is stuffed full of fabric, the other has all my notebooks, old magazines, art pencils, envelopes, you name it, and it’s probably in there. Anyway, on top of my bedside table I have two books from 1917, and 1920.  Two gems I picked up at a yard sale for 50 cents each. 😳 On top of those I have two mason jars that you might recognize from this post.

Moving on, I have a book in front of that I just finished reading and OH WOW.  EVERYONE, go buy it.  “A Star Under the City” is OUT OF THIS WORLD.  Maggie, you seriously need like, A MILLION pats on the back for that one!

I actually have two pictures on there, but you can only see the envelope art that Allison made me.  Do you recognize what picture she modeled it after? 😉 And, my extremely annoying, and yet adorable alarm clock.  Ugh, I hate it and love it at the same time.  I doubt I’ll ever decide which way I really feel about it. XD

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WHAHOO!  If you turnaround, you get the best scene ever.  Our hallway!  (Just playing.) Actually,you get to stare at my lovely bookshelf, and my guitar and banjo.  Have you figured out what’s important to me, yet?  And you also see my HUGE beanbag sofa that is rapidly becoming Rose’s.  She claims that she can sit in it whenever she wants.  *Scowls* Even when I want to sit in it.

ANYWAY, to stop thinking about Rose, I’ll tell you what’s in the case that’s peaking out from behind my dresser.  That, my friends, is my other violin.  It’s actually my favorite, and that’s why it’s safe in it’s case, and not on the wall. 😂

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And here is my hat wall, with my scarfs, and my music holder.  Behind that is my dresser, but I didn’t take a picture of it, and under that is my doll chest.  Now, for one peak into Rose’s side of the room, only because I’m sitting on the hard floor while she’s in the beanbag chair at the moment.

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HEHE.  *older sister grin of delight* Love ya, little sis. ❤

What is your room like?  Have you ever painted, or repaired walls before?  What do you think of my decorating skills?  Do you enjoy seeing American Girl dolls every blue moon?

Toodles, y’all.  I have a book calling my name. 😉

~~Amie~~