Hued Praises

If you see my art-space — crumbled paper towels like tie-dyed bundles, shavings from my many graphite pencils, gnawed eraser ends, everything dusted in charcoal and dotted  with tints and ink — you might think,  “Such a mess!” But it is a welcoming place to begin something  gloriously imperfect; even great failures  teach me somethingContinue reading “Hued Praises”

Hued Memories

I’ve been dreaming in florals, swirling petals, long and elegant stems that sway in some far away garden, hints of darkened blossoms  taking shape, hued memory awakening me to paint. —C.L. Fisher, September 2021 Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are the work of C.L. Fisher and may not be copied, used, or distributedContinue reading “Hued Memories”

Window to the Soul

The Lord is good to everyone. He showers compassion on all His creation. — Psalm 145:9, NLT This little heart, petals curled and one tear  falling… imperfections becoming art. The beauty of the broken, the elegant “as is” acceptance, the grace given to all creation in the sumptuous truth of God’s good love — suchContinue reading “Window to the Soul”

Clarity

“I experience a period of frightening clarity in those moments when nature is so beautiful. I am no longer sure of myself, and the paintings appear as in a dream.”  ― Vincent Van Gogh Van Gogh knew  the value of blue,  the gift of sunny blooms, the elegant, refracted texture of light  — and IContinue reading “Clarity”

A Poet’s Release

Unraveling words that speak, an exhalation that saves me before suffocating in the thick folds of life…what  I can’t escape becomes like woolen drapes enclosing a cramped space, and I stare into  that darkness until some part of me breaks, a release that pulls me out into the airy translucence of sun where all poetryContinue reading “A Poet’s Release”

Leavings

A crumpled page of some fragmented  composition, a canvas  with one lone stoke washed upon it, a partially molded  bit of clay, a tattered bolt of forgotten cloth, an unraveling of yarn  where the needles stopped….Art abandoned becomes a message  of its own, the leavings of a heart, expression  left untold. —C.L. Fisher, March 2021Continue reading “Leavings”

The Depths We Miss

Too often we hurry past a universe of beauty, depths just waiting to remind us that we live on a remarkable planet amid an astounding variety of created life. There is art in places we never think to look, there is loveliness that you must pause to see, so still your being  and perceive theContinue reading “The Depths We Miss”

To Slumber

I dream of painting and then I paint my dream. — Vincent Van Gogh  Sleep calls, that deep and evocative fall into unconsciousness, where gauzy, dreamy metaphors overtake us, carry us along to places  only our soul can comprehend. —C.L. Fisher, March 2021 Unless otherwise indicated, all content, including writing and images, are the workContinue reading “To Slumber”

A Dynamic Slate

Yet God has made everything beautiful for its own time. He has planted eternity in the human heart, but even so, people cannot see the whole scope of God’s work from beginning to end. —Ecclesiastes 3:11 How does the slender stem  hold the long and silky petals and the pollen filled center pillow of theContinue reading “A Dynamic Slate”