When I feel discouraged over low art sales or lack of registration for the Shellseeker Art + Soul Workshops my mind goes to an intimate space deep in the heart of BC Women’s Hospital. When a new department was being opened I donated several art pieces for it.
Opening night, artists were invited to view their work in place. Two of my drip paintings were hanging in a small darkened room with a couple of modern couches and chairs. It was explained by the tour guide that this was where parents were told that their babies were not going to make it. I looked at the pale pink, blue and green drips over the pastoral landscapes with sheep, a female figure, a key, and felt a profound sense of peace. I had felt comforted in my own time of grief by creating these paintings touched with gold, green and yellow. Now they silently would comfort others.
These paintings in this space form the pinnacle of my career. They are my way of being in the world, my authentic self. One cannot work to achieve this. It is pure gift.
Blessed be God, even the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies, and the God of all comfort; Who comforteth us in all our tribulation, that we may be able to comfort them which are in any trouble, by the comfort wherewith we ourselves are comforted of God.
Book of Second Corinthians