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Butterflies on a beach

A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, I was navigating Facebook. La dee dah dee dah. Oh yes . . . so-and-so won’t take a nap . . . uh huh . . . and so-and-so just had a delicious latte . . . mmmm, maybe I want a delicious latte . . .

And then, from some random comment on some random page, I came across and image called “Fly Me to Paris.” It was beautiful. I was entranced. I want this art on my wall, I decided. I did a quick search on amazon.com and All Posters and initially didn’t come up with anything.

So I wrote it on my stack of post-it notes as a future to-do. For the next number of months, when I came across this item on my list, I moved it down in the stack. Oh yeah . . . Fly Me to Paris . . . uh huh, let me move that down to next month.

Until one day, I came across my scribble again and decided to finally search a little more diligently. And not only did I find the image again . . .


. . . but I found the name of the artist, Christian Schloe.

And I found a treasure trove over other images by him.


And I discovered that somehow, he does his magic in Photoshop.


Photoshop, people! Will the wonders never cease!?

While I was goofing off adding eyes to my forehead with the cloning tool, apparently he was doing some, um, cooler stuff. Yeah.


I immediately contacted him on Facebook and he gave me permission to share his images with you guys on my blog. Don’t they transport you to another world?


Anyway, I now have a running list of all the images I eventually want to order (they’re sold here, by the way). I want this one on the wall in Alice’s room . . .


. . . or maybe this one.


When I look at his art work I feel like I’m in a beautiful, weird dream that I don’t want to wake up from.


An art show, the creative impulse, and why I blog

Almost exactly two weeks ago, my husband and I had the privilege of going to an art show opening at Autumn Space, a gallery on Irving Park. The artist was Makoto Fujimura.

Makoto was commissioned to illuminate the four gospels in celebration of the 400th anniversary of the King James Bible (1611-2011).

He spoke about his art, and the inspiration he gathered from the famous words “Jesus wept.”

Our church sponsors this art gallery and orchestrated the show. Musicians from our church (including yours truly) provided background music.

That bass player–wow.

I ran around snapping pictures, and a professional artist/photographer taught me a quick lesson about the zoom function on my flash.

Believe me–I needed that lesson! It’s challenging to photograph a space with such high ceilings, and such contrasts in light and shadow.

Here’s Brad talking to my husband–Brad manages the gallery and installed the pieces for this show the morning of. Way to go, man. Way to stay calm under pressure.

People mingled, snacked on cheese and salami and root beer, and gazed at the art thoughtfully.

And that brings me to this: I love that our church is so committed to the city and to the arts. We’re in the middle of a sermon series on creativity–how we are modeled after a Creator God, and meant to create. From the things we create throughout the day without even thinking–a meal, a thank you card, an email, a batch of cookies–to intentional art such as a painting or a song–it all happens because we are made in God’s image.

Creativity is at our core–not just Makoto’s core or Picasso’s core, but the essence of any and every human being.

I am so thankful for the past year and a half of my life. Since we moved from Delaware to Chicago and I made the switch from a stressful and all-consuming sales and management job to a low-key office job with absolutely no stress, I have had the energy and time to create again.

Hence, this blog.

Hence, my foray into the challenging art of photography.

Hence, making music with my friend Carrie.

Hence, songwriting with my husband.

Hence, experimenting in the kitchen.

Hence, teaching a cooking class (more about that soon).

I can’t believe how blessed I am. I have the calling–and privilege–to be a creative woman. A person who makes things, because I’m the daughter of a God who makes things.

“Through him all things were made; without him nothing was made that has been made. In him was life, and that life was the light of men.” (John 1: 3-4)

“For by him all things were created: things in heaven and on earth, visible and invisible, whether thrones or powers or rulers or authorities; all things were created by him and for him.” (Colossians 1:15-16)

“By the word of the Lord were the heavens made, their starry host by the breath of his mouth. He gathers the waters of the sea into jars; he puts the deep into storehouses. Let all the earth fear the Lord; let all the people of the world revere him. For he spoke, and it came to be; he commanded, and it stood firm.” (Psalm 33:6-8)

“Then God said ‘Let us create man in our own image, in our own likeness’ . . . so God created man in his own image . . . God saw all that he had made, and it was very good.” (Gen. 1:26, 27, 31)

What have you created lately? Was it a simple spaghetti sauce? A spanking clean house? A feeling of peace in your home? A fingerpainting project with your kids? A blog post? Whether what you made is large or small, take joy in your ability to create. It’s divine–literally.