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Things I’m Learning From Artwork and Imperfections

It has been said of true art: “It is the imperfections that make it priceless.”  When you can see the brush stroke from the paintbrush, or see where the painter himself caused a smudge… it is those imperfections that make it authentic, because “they have been touched by the master artist.”  We have been touched by the Master Artist, and it is our imperfections that let others know we are authentic.

I was an invited a few years back to be a guest on a cruise with my pal Kathy Trocolli.  We were somewhere in the Southern Caribbean and it was glorious – sun, sun, and more sun.  I didn’t have my kids on this particular cruise, and I found myself having some wonderful and much needed quiet time… and I would catch up with friends here and there to join them for activities.

But truth be told, I’d always rather stay on the boat and read or sunbathe, or just nap.  This one particular day, however, I had a little extra energy and time, so I decided to get off the boat just for a bit.  I wandered into a little village with the most adorable shops.  I’m not sure why, but I was drawn to a shop that contained paintings.  They were lovely, as I looked through the window, so I decided I would just walk on in.

I lost myself in a sea of lovely colors and scenes… until I began to notice something very peculiar… all of the paintings — every single one of them — were of the exact same thing:  A beach with a hammock under a palm tree, with the waves rolling in at sunset.  Absolutely gorgeous… but it was kind of odd to see just one idea.   Some paintings were small, some were large, some were black and white, and some were color — muted or vibrant.  And they were framed to perfectly match each of the feel of the paintings.

I continued to just browse thru the small shop with many tiny aisles.  These paintings truly had captured a moment in the artist’s life so eloquently on canvas.  I turned a corner of the tiny aisle I had been on, and essentially bumped into a tall metal cylinder-type object – something that resembled an umbrella holder that might be placed by a front door.

But this metal cylinder held, what to me looked like, old frayed canvas that had been rolled up into a tube, held together by a little rubber band.  I took one out of the cylinder to get a closer look and see that the price tag, being clearly visible, said $3,000.  I think I blinked twice, thinking I had read it wrong.  Nope, there it was again — $3,000.  Just then I noticed one of the sales ladies; I’m pretty sure she had been watching attentively but still giving me, the consumer, some space.   But as our eyes met, she could see an unspoken question on my face.

“Is there anything I can help you with?  Do you have any questions?” she asked.  I started to say, “No I’m just browsing,” but curiosity won out.  “Yes I do have a question if you don’t mind.”  “Fire away,” she said.

“I am curious what these rolled canvases are?”

“The same picture that you see all around the shop… those are the same as well.”

“Are they really $3,000?” I asked with astonishment.

“Yes they are.  They are very special.”

I could not compute this in my head.  Here is what I was coming up with: If those rolled up crumply ones are $3,000, then for Heaven’s sake, the other paintings all around the shop must be in the $10’s of 1000’s!!  I had to know.

“Ma’am,” I began, “If the rolled up canvases are $3,000, then can you please just tell me how much the really beautiful ones all over the shop cost?”

She smiled a bit as though to say, “I’ve heard this before.”  She said, “The canvases on the wall and all around the shop are based on size, but the big one here in the frame you’ve pointed out is…” (she turned over the price tag and I was holding my breath) “$99.”

“I’m sorry, what?  Did you say $99 or did you mean $9900?!”

“$99,” she looked again at the price just to be sure, “Yes, just $99.”

I must have looked completely stunned and speechless.  “Ma’am, now you’re really going to have to explain it to me.”

“We work with one artist in this gallery.  And he paints one very similar theme.  And they are truly exquisite as you can see.”   I nodded in agreement as I jumped in with newly formed curiosity.

“Why is the rolled up, tattered painting so much more valuable than the beautifully framed ones that are so much less expensive?”

Her answer was so simple and yet so unbelievably profound.  As she pulled out one of the rolled up canvases from the metal cylinder she stated simply:

Because my dear, THIS canvas was actually touched by the artist himself.  You see that little smudge there?  It adds value to the price because the artist himself left that smudge when he was trying to add some texture to this one particular section.  Often, you can even see the mark left behind by the paintbrush that doesn’t get exactly smooth.  All the little “imperfections” are what make the art world know that THIS VERY PAINTING is the authentic one.  The others you see that are displayed around the gallery are copies of the original.  And the imperfections have been taken out to make a smooth copy finish.  But the only way for me to know if a work of art is authentic and original, and actually touched by the master artist’s hands, is by the number of imperfections.

As I finished up my browsing, I was awed by this revelation.  My mind quickly recalled the children’s story, The Velveteen Rabbit.  When the child had received the rabbit as a gift many years earlier, the rabbit was in pristine condition.  But now it was worm, and an eye dangled, and the fuzz had been loved off.  One of the characters says at the end of the book… “Aren’t you sad Rabbit?”  And Rabbit, in the wise old sage Rabbit way says something like, “You know that you have been loved and have had a good life when your fuzz has been rubbed off.”

There is beauty in imperfections if we choose to focus on how the imperfections got to be in the first place.

So, here are some things I’m learning from art:

1.  It’s not the (seeming) perfection that gives value. It is the noticeable imperfections that allows others to see the authenticity.

2.  The thing that adds the most value and makes a work of art priceless is when it has been touched by the artist’s hands.

3.  I want to risk more in life… even if I get a little messy along the way.

4.  I want the Master’s Hand to touch mine, and He lead the way.

5.  I think when I can allow God to reframe what perfect and imperfect looks like, then I don’t mind my extra wrinkles in my forehead, or the “play handles” under my arms, or the fact that I have one lazy eye.

If God is the ARTIST and He created me just like He wanted me, and if I believe He doesn’t make mistakes… well then, I guess I can learn to say that I am a BEAUTIFUL IMPERFECTION!

Anybody wanna join me and say, “YES I AM; I AM A BIG, BOLD, BEAUTIFUL IMPERFECTION!”

We have been touched by the Master’s Hand – we are an ORIGINAL – Authentic, Unique, Blemished, Smudged… AND THAT’S WHAT MAKES US PRICELESS!!!!!

-       Sandi

 

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Lyrics to Artist Of My Soul

 

Oh Lord of light, of form and hue,

Who has created all things new,

Create in me, from shapeless clay,

An instrument on which you play.

 

God of the dance that planets tread,

Who walks beside and soars ahead,

O let me move to worship Thee;

come, Holy Spirit dance with me

 

God of the Living Word, Poet of Time,

teach me Your words in Your cadence and rhyme.

O Lord of beauty, Lord of art,

Who gives a song for every heart,

carve out my life, reshape and mold;

And be the artist of my soul

 

Teach me Your words in Your cadence and rhyme.

O Lord of beauty, Lord of art,

Who gives a song for every heart,

carve out my life, reshape and mold;

and be the artist of my soul.

 

Carve out my life, reshape and mold;

and be the artist of my soul


More Things I’m Learning From My Grandson

Our dear sweet little Thatcher just had his first birthday and we celebrated for days! All of his family (and that is A LOT of people) arrived while he was still napping. When he made his grand debut, he didn’t quite understand all that was happening — I think he was a little confused that ALL the people who love him in his life were all in the same room together. He usually sees a few of us on FaceTime (video chat) more than in person. After he realized who we were though, we had the BEST time. There was a lot of cake smashing, a lot of singing, a lot of playing, and a lot of love for this little man.

I just have to tell you about the sweetest moment of the entire celebration. But, first a little background.

Thatcher is not a snuggler. He is so happy and joyful, but he usually is not a cuddler at all. He loves his routine, something his parents have done well in helping to establish with him. You know when Thatcher is ready for bed, because he just lays his head down wherever he is and puts his thumb in his mouth and “night night Thatcher.” From time to time, as he is getting older, he crawls up to his mom or dad and gives them a lingering hug, or Thatcher’s version of snuggling. He puts his head on their shoulder and puts his thumb in his mouth and cuddles. Those snuggles are precious. Because he doesn’t prefer to snuggle on our terms, when he chooses to give those hugs and snuggles it really means something. He’s choosing to express something. He gives hugs and snuggles because he loves and values who he is with.

So, back to the celebration…

One of Thatcher’s little buddies, Henry, and his parents dropped by one of the nights we were with Thatcher — they just live down the block from Thatcher and his mom and dad. Thatcher and Henry are only two months apart; they are going to grow up together and share life, and it’s just so fun to watch them interact. When Henry arrived and Thatcher realized who he was, Thatcher immediately clamored to get down from the chair he had been sitting on. He crawled over to Henry, pulled himself up on Henry, and put his head on Henry’s shoulder. Thatcher would alternate from looking right at Henry and baby talking and then put his head back on his shoulder. They hugged, in the way that only just-turned-one-year-olds can. At first, little Henry didn’t really know what to do… thinking, “Why is this guy hugging me?” But after a minute or so, they both tumbled, mid hug, to the ground. And then the laughing and squealing began.

So… here is what I learned from Thatcher (and his friend Henry):

1.   Always greet your friends with gusto.  They’ll like that a lot.

2.   Don’t be afraid to show you love your friends, even if you might fall in the process.  That’s okay too.

3.  I wish I could share love as easy as Thatcher did when he saw Henry. He didn’t worry about whether Henry would reject him, or laugh at him. He was just glad to see his friend and he told him so…. in his own way.

4.   We are made for connection. We need each other.

5.  It’s a risk sharing the most vulnerable parts of ourselves, but in the sharing, we become richer and our relationships have more meaning.

That’s all I have for today…  just a cyber hug and some cyber cookies and milk.  I owe you!

- Sandi

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Things I Learned From Watching the Olympics

This was a fantastic year for the Olympics.  I have always loved the Winter Olympics especially and like perhaps many of you, yes, I did get the famed Dorothy Hamel haircut.  This year was especially moving to watch.  There were many emotional moments, both wonderful and difficult.

I suppose for me, the absolute best moment was when I heard the TV announcer interviewing the coach for the US Ski Team.  The best questioned was asked — “How do you train an Olympic skier?”  The coach’s response surprised me, with its simplicity and its depth.  He said, “First, I teach them how to fall.  They are going to fall… a lot, and they need to know HOW to fall.”

This fascinated me so much.  Then I got to thinking about the life applications of that and absolutely loved it.  I think sometimes I find myself living so “safely” and “carefully”, and to be honest, one of my BIGGEST fears it to be wrong — to make a mistake.  I want to be perfect!  Anyone with me so far?   I don’t want to disappoint anyone; I don’t want to make a wrong decision or a wrong choice; I don’t want to make a mistake.

What fascinated me about this US Olympic ski coach was the simple fact that he knew — to be truly great at something, you were going to have to get used to falling.  I mean, what Olympic skier decides one day to be a great skier — without ever having skied — and the very next day is dashing at ridiculous speed down a snowy mountain?  No one.  There is a learning curve… and they are going to fall… A LOT!

Why do we think we know everything there is about life and how to live it?  We don’t.  And although it might not be our intention to make mistakes, mistakes are going to happen.  And we are probably going to disappoint someone, and we are probably going to hurt someone’s feelings.  This terrifies me.

It would never be my intention to do so, but I guess the reality I am coming to is this — Stuff happens!  And when (not if) I mess something up… I can always seek to make it right, the best I know how.

There is a scripture that has honestly terrified me my whole life, until I read a commentary that helped explain it to me….

Matthew 5:48 — “You therefore must be perfect (YIKES) as your Heavenly Father is perfect (YIKES again)”!

Then I read a commentary that explained it this way…

There are several Greek words for the word ‘perfect’, but in this instance, Jesus is using the word, TELEIOS, which means – “for something or someone to be at the appropriate stage at the appropriate time.”  A tree in the fall that has lost its leaves is just as ‘perfect’ as a tree budding in the springtime, because “it is at the appropriate stage at the appropriate time.”

I love that so much.  It means that someone who is new to the faith of being a Jesus Follower is, let’s just say it, going to fall.  Do we throw them out?  Absolutely not.  Because they are learning and are at the appropriate stage at the appropriate time.  If someone is grieving, there is a season that must be given its due time.

I think you get the gist of what I’m saying here.  This little verse in Matthew has honestly been the thing that has been a big part of my setting free process — because after all, it is a process.  Our faith journey as a Jesus Follower is a compass, not a stop watch.

A few years ago I wrote a little book called Falling Forward, which basically talked about the idea that if we are going to fall on the journey, let’s at least fall forward and learn something new.

SO, here is what I am learning from the Olympics—

1.  To really be great at something, we will probably fall a lot as we learn and grow.  Embrace it.

2.  When we fall, fall forward.  Let’s learn something in the process of falling, so we won’t fall the same way again.

3.  Perfect doesn’t mean what I thought it meant.  Perfect means – “at the appropriate stage at the appropriate time.”

4.  Our faith journey is a compass, NOT a stop watch.

5.  Be diligent in the pursuit of truth, AND be patient and kind to yourself along the journey.

And may we all continue to fall…  FORWARD.

- Sandi

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