It's plain and simple, really. I had no choice but to become an artist. i was placed in a long line of brains that have to exude talent from their fingers whether that be by paint,  camera, by worship, by music, by drawing, bleaching articles of clothing, ceoi ponds, delivering mail, or planting enormous amounts of bulbs every spring, you name it, our family does it. Just so happens, God gave me paint. I like paint. I like the way it smells and gets in your fingernails and ends up on all of your favorite clothes (aka. favorite jean shirt, a disaster). I love that it drips & mingles & the way oils look right next to each other. [& PHOTOGRAPHY] I also studied photography. Mostly the kind that you do in a very dark room where you hope you don't run into other people or where you learn people by the way they laugh or the inflection in their voices and not their face.  I like digital: it has made photography so different and fun and exciting, but I still miss the dark room and the sound of the knobs under your palm or the clicking a manual makes as you change the settings. [& WRITING]  and I am a writer, you can find my blog HERE.  [& HAIR] besides those forms of art, I have walking canvases. canvases that have husbands who have passed away and

daughters who sing and ask me to shave one side of their head of hair off and daughters who arent doing well and sons who act and clients who have miniture pigs that sleep with them. i do hair. the sound that scissors make on the tips of hair and the way color turns purple as it developes and creating personality on peoples heads is one of my favorite ways to display my art.

more than most things, I pride myself in the grace God has given me to get to stand next to my husband as he applauds me in my ideas and my crazy adventures and as he pushes me to grow in the talents God has given me. we travel together which gives me inspiration, we live in a crinkly little beautiful westside far-from-perfect neighborhood of grand rapids that I cannot describe to you how much i'm in love with. our house is small and the tile floors never got finished to completion and I still want a cowhide rug but and i am learning that in every situation I want to say thank you. I am surrouded by friends and family that I could not do this life without. mostly, I give all credit to Jesus who has saved me and given me perfect hope for the future. I hope that in all of my work-- paint, writing, photography, & hair--it all tells the story of Jesus because he has walked me to where I am now. I heart you.

Just do the next thing.

- Elisabeth Elliot