Acceptance (Intro)

You sit to paint a picture, but your art is insecure, the lines define a confusion and an inner desire to be known... You walk the sidewalk holding your camera; stirred from the ache inside yourself. You take shots of random passerbys and ponder what you've been told "that you must make something of yourself". At first you just attempt it. You make your way over the the bench and stare out at the park. You finger the shutter, and then take the shot. Again you try it out, this time on a different subject. You tilt your camera for another angle. Suddenly it hits you, you feel the shot, like a rush of adrenaline. You review. Something changed inside. For all you know, is this might be your chance, your way, to make something of yourself, to be significant...You'll let your artistic expression lead the way.

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Do I feel accepted for who I really am? Do I feel understood? What about my future? Who will I become? Do you ever ponder these questions? Or if you asked them to yourself now, would you be satisfied with the answers?
I figure each one of us is looking for acceptance, or love for who we are, or who we 'think' we are.
No matter how we view ourselves, we want to be accepted and admired in the eyes of others.
Our actions prove the fact that either we feel accepted, or we do not. Whether we show it in the way we hold ourselves, in the pictures we paint, or the videos we create.
It doesn't much matter if you don't feel you have any creative ability, what I hope to discuss in the following chapters in topics that are not only relevant to the Artist, but to every human being.
We all, big and small are effected by the "influence" of someone or something. And that influence can greatly effect the way we view our Purpose, our Future, and our Faith.
Each of us wants to not only find ourselves, but be found. Each of us wants some sort of assurance for the future, and encouragement for who we want to become. Most times though we are in need of direction for our futures and our lives...Art is good projector of the heart, and soul.
Because as much as some folks try to hide themselves behind their art, or find their identity there; art reflects what the artist believes and what is inside his or hers heart.
I'd also like to make clear, that in my opinion art can take both men and women to different stations. It is my own belief that both men and women have a different role to play in terms of career and presentation in the area of art, but not excluded to only it. Yet, I do believe that the 'ultimate' purpose for the Creative and even Non-artistic human being, ( both woman and men),  is united with the same Eternal value and Destiny.
So I'm gonna try to find a perfect balance in the following chapters between views on creativity goals, and desires, for both guys and gals.

Introducing: Topics for Writing: Art of the Heart

So I thought I'd take a look at what I've got for chapters and topics in my book.
I don't think that the topics will stay in this exact order, but at least you can
all see what I've got in mind :)

Chapters: Sections:

(Intro) Acceptance
Being Known
Love
A Purpose in Christ


Identity (Art vs. God)
Inspiration (Motivation to create)
Eductation
Worldview
History of Art
Counterfiet Reality (examples)
Conformation (to world's stamp on art)

Fullfillment (The desire of the artist)
Surrender (to Christ)
Focus
What you have to share
Dedication (to a King and Cause)
What you Worship
Fear
Living Creating,
* Today
* Tomorrow
Destiny
(the hope of eternity)

Needtobreathe - The Reckoning

LYRICS:

Going to California suitcase in my hand, never run away a boy when you
can walk away a man,
Friday comes to find you in your hopes and in your dreams,
like a thief that tells his lover he has one last thing.
 - Cause I can see the shadows at the foot of my door, I can see the faces
that don't doubt us anymore, and I can see it coming I pray I don't go blind,
in the middle of our reckoning time.

Easy is a refuge, it's an easy place to be, but when the sun shines on you,
what will the whole earth think?
 - Cause I can see the shadows at the foot of my door, I can see the faces
that don't doubt us anymore, and I can see it coming I pray I don't go blind,
in the middle of our reckoning time.  In the middle of our reckoning time...

Each of us is broken, spirit of the chosen, we stand alone, journey through the
purpose, waiting with the worthless, no scars shown...
In the middle, of our Reckoning time.

Going to California, suitcase in my hand,
 Never run away a boy, when you can walk away a Man.

Lack of Inspiration (=) The Death of the Artist

The lack of inspiration leads to the death of Artistic Expression...Or does it?
Sitting here thinking about how I was at loss for words, brang along this
poem...with a totally different outcome than expected.

                                                The Death of the Artist
I was looking through some pages, of paintings of the past,
I fingered through the images until my eyes recognized a path
worn by time and different point of view, I stopped and pondered on
what looked to be a clue.
I was reading through some pages, of writings of the past,
I fingered through the lyrics until my voice recognized a path
sung by time and different point of view, I stopped and pondered what
had happen to me... and what was it that could I do?

Time takes a certain toll, and changes us a bit. It takes all of our courage,
 all of our hope and strength. Time takes a toll on us, that words fail
to describe, it wares at our strings, and stacks up with our tries.
You never know how it will effect you, you never know where it
will take you. It's a mystery, and only it will tell.

I was looking through the crowd today of faces from the past,
I squinted through the images and tried to recognize a path,
lived by time and a different point of view, I stopped and pondered
why I couldn't find a clue.
I was reading through the pages of my writings of the past, all my
questions clearly showed, and answers proved a path,
sung with passion and in a different time and place, I stopped
and wondered where I could fall back into that grace.

Time takes a certain toll, and changes us a bit. It takes all of our courage,
all of our hope and strength. Time takes a toll on us, that words fail
to describe, it wares at our legs, and makes us crack up and dry.
You never know how it will effect you, you never know where it
will take you. It's a mystery, and only it will tell.

I took my imagination and thoughts to the cross. I knew it was time
to regain what was lost. Perhaps it was just time, perhaps just to
perceive... the beauty of His inspiration coming back to me.

I crossed my fingers and sighed so deep, that I could feel my imagination
falling asleep. The lack of inspiration weighs so hard, I could cry,
without it an Artist feels she will die!

Standing Strong Art

I came across this blog today and honestly, was inspiried...

http://standingstrongart.wordpress.com/