Do not cast your pearls before swine.
Do not bury your talent.
Though sometimes life looks like the underside of a cross-stitch pattern... have faith that it looks awesome from the Lords side and view! Pray often that you do not feint.
But really folks. I was closing up shop and suddenly a client messages me for some good paying work! You can be sure I was struck with amazement! With his permission I may post the work I am doing for him and the other clients he finds for me, but in the meantime enjoy this image of some abstract/non-representational thumbnails I did a bit ago. I found images I really liked the color, value, and composition of and did these inspired from them. It was fun.
I like this quote by C.S. Lewis: “Even in literature and art, no man who bothers about originality will ever be original. Whereas if you simply try to tell the truth (without caring two pence how often it has been told before) you will, nine times out of ten, become original without ever having noticed it.” Just wanted to share that. Oh, and anyone need a commission? Website design? Portrait? Fantasy landscape? Or want to invest in a Children's Book of mine? Just checking.
'Twas battered and scarred, and the auctioneer Thought it scarcely worth his while To waste much time on the old violin, But held it up with a smile: "What am I bidden, good folks," he cried, "Who'll start the bidding for me?" "A dollar, a dollar"; then, "Two!" "Only two? Two dollars, and who'll make it three? Three dollars, once; three dollars, twice; Going for three—" But no, From the room, far back, a gray-haired man Came forward and picked up the bow; Then, wiping the dust from the old violin, And tightening the loose strings, He played a melody pure and sweet As a caroling angel sings. The music ceased, and the auctioneer, With a voice that was quiet and low, Said, "What am I bid for the old violin?" And he held it up with the bow. "A thousand dollars, and who'll make it two? Two thousand! And who'll make it three? Three thousand, once, three thousand, twice, And going, and gone!" said he. The people cheered, but some of them cried, "We do not quite understand What changed its worth." Swift came the reply: "The touch of a master's hand." And many a man with life out of tune, And battered and scarred with sin, Is auctioned cheap to the thoughtless crowd, Much like the old violin. A "mess of pottage," a glass of wine, A game—and he travels on. He's "going" once, and "going" twice, He's "going" and almost "gone." But the Master comes, and the foolish crowd Never can quite understand The worth of a soul and the change that's wrought By the touch of the Master's hand.
Second is something I watched recently on TEDx talks that reached some deep points for me.
Jonathan Fields talks about turning Fear into Fuel. Reminding me that Paralysis can be overcome.
I've started drafting old posts too. Too much shared drama on my part. I hope no one is offended with me un-publishing them.
I may lose internet for a while, so here is a sketch to finish this post off.
