My childhood was spent going to church at a small Baptist Church that stood on a hill just about a mile from my county home. There were many restrictions and expectations about what a Christian should look like and behave. I felt trapped sometimes by its dogma. As a gay man I knew that I was condemned to "hell" and I was an abomination. These words kept me from expressing my true self, but I did grow up with a value system that seems to be missing from much of our world today. I have made my peace with my faith and am thankful for all the darkness it has carried me through. I used to pray that my hope would be taken away because I have known some very deep disappointments. BUT I am thankful that prayer has never been answered and I have somehow managed to keep a positive disposition through most of this past year. This is the inspiration for this artwork.
Supplies:
Gypsy Soul
Laser Cuts-Waterworks Shape Set, Gypsy Soul
Laser Cuts-Heart of Gears, Gypsy Soul Laser Cuts-Sandra Evertson |
Filigree Heart - Mixed Media Chips (Pack of 2), Gypsy Soul
Laser Cuts-Leafy Hearts, Gypsy Soul
Laser Cuts-Barbed Wire Shape Set, Gypsy Soul
Laser Cuts-Wrought Iron Set, Wooden Cigar Box Lid Substrate,
Music Song Sheet, Weldbond, ArtFomies Writer's Block, Golden Quinacridone
Nickel Azo Gold, Transparent Red Iron Oxide, Pyrrole Red, Diaylide Yellow Paint,
Lumiere Metallic Rust and Copper Paint, Neon Pink Paint, Script and Wooden Grain Stamp, Embossing Powders-Red,
Metallic Bronze, Vintage Photo. Etched Platinum, Pewter, German Silver, Versa
Mark Gel, Heating Tool, Metallic Blue
Nail Polish, Paintbrush, Heavy Books
1. Attach Song Sheet to Wooden Cigar Box Substrate with Weldbond. This is from a church hymnal that came from Moreland Baptist Church. My dad loved singing in their small choir.
Some Final Thoughts.
My faith is now best described by Over The
Rhine's song "All My Favorite People Are Broken"
All my
favorite people are broken*
Believe me, my heart should know
Some prayers are better left unspoken
I just want to hold you and let the rest go
All my friends are part saint and part sinner
We lean on each other, try to rise above
We are not afraid to admit we are all still
beginners
We are all late bloomers when it comes to love
All my favorite people are broken
Believe me, my heart should know
Orphaned believers, skeptical dreamers, step
forward
You can stay right here, you don't have to go
Is each wound you've received just a burdensome
gift
It gets so hard to lift yourself up off the
ground
But the poet says we must praise a mutilated
world
We're all working the graveyard shift
You might as well sing along
Cause all my favorite people are broken
Believe me, my heart should know
As for your tender heart, this world's going to
rip it wide open,
It ain't gonna be pretty, but you?re not alone
All my favorite people are broken
Believe me, my heart should know
Orphaned believers, skeptical dreamers, you're
welcome
Yeah, you're safe right here, you don't have to
go
Cause all my favorite people are broken
Believe me, I should know
Some prayers are better left unspoken
I just want to hold you and let the rest go
I love this piece, Jon! I looked up the song on youtube, It's a beautiful song and very talented artist. Thanks for sharing it.
ReplyDeleteThank you for stopping by my blog! I am so glad this piece brings you joy. So glad you looked up the song- OTR is a favorite group of mine. I have used their songs before in my blog posts! Enjoy your journey!
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