I have gesso on my sleeve. I know it probably won’t come off. I’m not upset.
I’m ecstatic :)
The way a chef proudly wears splatters of the sauce he made from his mama’s recipe…
The scrapes and scabs from skateboard tricks that little boys brag about to their friends…
The way a mama doesn’t mind, or doesn’t notice, the sticky fruit-snack fingerprints on her pant legs…
This paint, it is a reminder, the way it makes me happy to see it, that I am doing what I was made for – to create, and enjoy the mess, even when I’m not thrilled with the finished product. (Like that one, below… it will have more tweaking… and I wish I could erase that black ink around the leaves). The process is what frees me.
“…they were who God said they were…” – Beth Moore
(I am making my art journal out of one of her books – Believing God. So sorry if you mind, Beth Moore.)
I am who God said I am. Not who I see myself as. Not who I hear myself as from other people’s mouths. Someone told me last week (not her exact words – my memory is faulty) “God made the earth and everything in it, and said ‘it is good’. I think He meant me and you, too.”
He says you are good. You are good. I may not always do good. But who God made me to be… I am good.
Gesso’ed sleeves and all.
P.S. I don’t know how to make gesso, a noun, into a verb and then past tense. Forgive me, English majors and word-smart authors. I am an artist. Which includes creating ways to change a noun into a past tense verb.