When I was a little girl, I was convinced I wanted to be an artist. During the preschool years, I was practically Van Gogh compared to my fellow classmates. As I grew older, I realized that I had some artistic ability, but my dreams to be an artist took a sharp turn in a different direction. However, after going to an art college, I do have a fine appreciation for the craft. This week, my sister and I went to the Laguna Art Museum to see the American Artist, Wayne Thiebaud. In my opinion, he must have known my aesthetic before I was born, because I would hang every picture in my home. Gum-balls, and milkshakes, and cupcakes galore. Wearing my vintage-inspired, pin-stripe romper felt so right while admiring the works of an early modern artist.
And He has filled him with the Spirit of God, in wisdom, in understanding and in knowledge and in all craftsmanship.
I find it truly astonishing that God’s glory can be found in any form of craftsmanship and that we can praise him through our individual spiritual gifts. Art can be interpreted in so many ways, and while I was admiring the work of Thiebaud, I felt like a kid in a candy shop. His work brought joy to my heart with the bright colors and light-hearted subjects, the same feeling I get when I admire the works of God. We are considered God’s works of art, created in His image, and when I view the art of this world, I am constantly reminded of His love for us!
Have a creative day!