I was watching a movie about some very brave women in a Japanese internment camp during World War II tonight. As I was painting, I was struck by the women's courage through such great adversity. They formed a large choir and hummed classical pieces of music as if they were an orchestra. Their music transformed that dark, ugly internment camp with beauty, truth and goodness. Amazing women. Some of my heros.
I pray my art might be a part of transforming the culture I am a part of no matter where I go. I continued on the tulips. The real tulips have wilted and died; I am tempted to buy more, or just let my imagination take over.
Making art is a way to worship our Creator. We are created in His image, and when we express ourselves by making art, we feel His presence, we worship and enjoy Him. "Art is an inherently hopeful act, an act that echoes the creativity of the Creator. Every time...an artist envisions the first stroke of a brush on a white canvas....that act is done in hope; the creator reaches out in hope to call the world into that creation." From Refractions: A Journey of Faith, Art, and Culture by Makoto Fujimura