I’m so glad you stopped by! I love how people are posting things they’re thankful for this month. It is a sweet reminder of God’s gracious provision and blessing. I thought I would put my own twist on “thankful” posting and introduce you to artists that God has strategically placed in my life along my artful journey. So come hang out with me over the next couple of weeks and meet some amazing artists who have influenced my work, encouraged me in my journey, and inspired me to dream big. I cannot wait for you to meet them.
This is my daddy, the artist. I love this picture. This was taken in my studio in February about three years ago. I had invited daddy to come make valentines with me. I MADE him put on this apron. He never wore an apron. Honestly, he had paint on almost every article of clothing he owned. I loved that about him. That day was one of my favorites, just the two of us in the studio creating crazy valentines all afternoon.
Daddy’s artwork had a very unique style. I could spot his work a mile away! He painted primarily in acrylic and watercolor. He was a doodler! He had every color marker ever made. He always had scraps of neon card stock, and he would doodle crazy pictures and write sweet notes to people every where he went. I’ll never forget when he got a helium tank for fun at his office, and every time I stopped by he’d blow up a balloon and attach a neon card with a doodle and a note and sometimes a dollar bill and let it go. Soooo fun! He always carried a water color travel set and painted wherever he was.
He was best known for his fish that he cut out of wood. He cut wild shaped fish and painted them with outrageous colors and designs. However, my favorite part was on the back. Not only could he paint, but he could write as well. He would make up the wildest tales of how and where the fish were caught and write it on the back. Seriously, it was so amazing to me that he could make up such material that i wondered if maybe the stories were true. Unbelievable.
My earliest memories of falling head over heels in love with art were because of my daddy. I vividly remember watching him paint bold colors and big shapes. I don’t ever remember him actually finishing a piece. For him it was the process of layering paint or tissue paper or whatever else he could find to glue on to his canvas. I don’t remember him being frustrated or feeling pressure to create for others. Creating for him was fun! He was one of those people who was creative to the core. He was creating all day long with out even thinking about it. If he was sitting, he was doodling or painting. If he was standing his brain was clicking 100 miles an hour with stories and ideas. His artwork had no rules or boundaries, and I believe that was a big reason why I was brave enough to try it. He loved it, and was passionate about creating, and I wanted that.
If you knew my daddy, then you knew his first love was Jesus. That was my most favorite thing. He loved Jesus with all of his heart and he loved me well. We never had a conversation that we did not share the Lord. Daddy taught me that art was a gift from God, and when I was little he helped me unwrap it a little every day. And when I received the Lord as my Savior, my artful journey had purpose. My desire was to share my gift with others in the same way that daddy shared his with me, and more importantly, to share the love of Christ through art. My creative childhood was an amazing gift! My daddy was my gift. Today he is with Jesus, the King of Creation. I can only imagine what’s on his easel today. He packed my heart and my art box with so many treasures. My very first steps of my artful journey were because of my daddy.
Love love love Ruthie