Tuesday, January 29, 2013
Christ The Bridge- Trinity, two possible names... as have revisited and revised a painting started this summer. It was a painting that was originally inspired to paint almost fifteen years ago. So, with that said, there still may be revisions to this to come. Prompted to actually begin the painting in honor of my current church home and original church home... with my current Church home this painting felt to be a confirmation for it to hung at its new permanent location. The Bridge Church is still in the process of securing that home. At the time, we, as a church, only knew we were going to have to move from where we had been meeting.
As life in general has season's, the life of our church was entering a new season too. A season of unknowns. That a little bit of what this painting is too perhaps, a known, but unknown. How can one dare to illustrate the Trinity. I do not pretend to be any authority of such, simply know this is an illustration, inspired by Scripture to paint. The scripture
click on any of these images to enlarge.... but these are simply the bible marks in the margins, and journal entries from the time, and the thumbnail of the painting... all pieces of the inspiration that leads to the appearance of the painting as it appears today. Another unknown, is exactly where and how it is to be viewed. It was actually rejected from being hung in a recent exhibit had hoped to display it in. It remains on my walls, as hold it for its new church home.
Confess, that rejection, at first set me back a bit in wondering if its the quality of the painting or the subject matter, or simply its size that caused it to be rejected... or it could have even been all of the above. I do not pretend to know that either, and the judge of that show do not know, or have I been given the whys. When entering the exhibit, it was thought right then that hope the subject matter isn't rejected. Was not surprised by the phone call to come and pick up my painting in other words. Did at least succeed in getting it entered, which was no easy task in itself.
As revised, and painted, and also shared with one that didn't believe in the Trinity, but had great faith... The purpose of the painting took on even another face. This entry today... is the confirmation that we are not in-control. I simply painted as inspired to paint. Felt like I was in the belly of a big fish if I did not share, apply, and paint that inspiration that have had all these years. Insecurity had kept me from painting it for a long time. Being rejected from an exhibit added to that insecurity.
Then God in quiet time re- inspired me... and reminded me too of the 'let go, and let God' It is not for me to know. Its simply for me do... and perhaps even share. Sharing the revised version here. Rejected?
God's living Word reply:
1 Peter 2:4 As you come to Him, the living stone - rejected by men but chosen by God and precious to Him-
6 For in Scripture it says: "See I lay a stone in Zion, a chosen and preciuos conerstone and the one who trusts in Him will never ve put to shame. 7 Now to you who believe, this stone is precious. But to those who do not believe; 'the stone the builders rejected has become the capstone," "a stone that cause men to stumble and a rock that makes them fall'
Perhaps they stumble because they disopbey the message- which is also what they were destined for??? I hear in this passage that the message, of which they were destined for, because they disobey it, it causes them to stumble. God's ways are not designed to trip us up or cause us pain. They actually are to give to us JUST THE OPPOSITE. They are to keep us FROM uneeded pain or suffereing, or to show us a path without obsticles.
The Stone is ALL GOOD and actually the capstone to those who believe. To those who do not, its nothing but an obsticle that they see causes them to fall.
"Rejected" IS a matter of perspective.
Rejected by men, but chosen by God AND precious to Him.
This the truth to hold on to in taking every thought captive to Christ 'perspective' forever and always its all good. Even the rejected by man, though it may bring donwcasting sigh, it has no hold on us at all. The hold on us is by "GOD- and preciuos to Him" Hear this truth again, "precious to HIM"
Its all relative to ones perspectve
Take EVERY thought Captive to Christ, and its all GOOD. He as our capstone is working it all together for GOOD.
Posted by An Original Hitt at 2:42 PM
Saturday, January 5, 2013
Forewarning A TMI post:
In spirit and in work have been under a BLOCK and a nagging ‘why?’
Why do I paint? Not in a pity party, just as a reality check, of there are soooooo many amazingly talented artist already, what I do is not needed. As an artist, perhaps a very difficult place to be, for it is not just a mood it’s who I am, and what I breathe in each day. Especially in the perspective of the “God Breathed” way that I view the world and all that I see. “Majestic Sovereignty” is not just the name of a painting that I have painted, its how I see.
So the why paint is a bigger question… it’s a why exist? Why be? ‘Why try?’ Yes… simply ‘Why?’ has been nagging at me.
AM Not depressed, so don’t worry all of you that care about me, I am ok… great faith remains, GOD remains in control of my days, I am not going anywhere until HE says so. It’s in the passion of an artist I guess that I speak. Yes, a discouraged one at that. Have lifted this condition up to prayer a lot of late. Pressures of life and expenses, and having a 50 book illustration contract canceled has taken a huge toll on my today’s over the past year and a half, and other complications that saying yes to such a contract meant too, by the canceling of all the other things that I do to in order to keep that yes. A schedule that is booked over a year out, ends up un-booked. The playing catch up for over a year now, because lost my job so to speak, not the kind you collect unemployment for; but battling back and reminding self that have not lost my identity…
Yet, how to fix this a constant question, and yes in it comes the ‘why paint?’ question. Or should I paint? Give up being an artist? Dare I confess, haven’t been able to afford to even enter exhibits or shows for over a year now. Only keep up my Oil Painters of America membership, we will see if will enter the exhibits. A student blessed me with art supplies. Behind/Upside down on expenses. Church helped me pay some past due bills. Short on gas for the Tahoe, then, just ride my bike. Thank God it’s something enjoy doing and CAN do too and am blessed to live in paradise.
Have just been keeping the faith, and keeping it all lifted up to prayer. Trying to ‘work hard with my own hands and minding my own business’ (context 1Thess 4:11-12) as it says in Scripture.
Pressures have added I’m sure significantly to the artist’ block plaguing my getting paintings done. A vicious cycle of which nobody sees from the solitary artist studio. The others though, they ask, just the same question of me, “why….____?” to an undone.
Prayers were answered with clarification yesterday of what to do next. No, I have not become independently wealthy over night, and no new 50 book contract showed up at my door…
Simply, received a Thank You note in the mail yesterday for the last painting I painted in 2012. A portrait of a loved family member that nobody asked for just did. It and the thank you card, answered the “why?” tenfold.
Yes, Prayers were answered yesterday. Sadly, They came from a tragedy:
Very excited, JUST picked up my car from the shop after repaired, a women had ran a stop sign into me, been a few weeks waiting for my car back. Just picked up a new license all just before Christmas, my Christmas present came early. Received a phone call as was just driving off filled with Joy, thinking Merry Christmas thoughts. All I could do was pull my car over to the side of the road and say ‘what?’ In disbelief of what had just been told. As the updates came, only further shock and disbelief pursued. On the other end hear them say “Murder…suicide”. My reply, ‘What? !!! No! No can’t be!”
Silence, anguish, tear, and yes, looking up murmur ‘what is a good here?’ For sincerely believe the most beautiful inside and out member of our entire family had just been senselessly murdered. A women who’s two favorite words were “forgive” and “hug” I hear myself say, ‘Beautiful Patty, no, not beautiful Patty.’ Then the next thought, oh her poor mom. This is no way for her to lose her youngest child, after losing her husband just over a year before. No one should lose a child. All I could think is have to do something for her, anything. With a strange peace was prompted, and knew, had to give to Patty’s mom, Patty’s beautiful smile back. In this horrible time of grief, had to ask her siblings if they thought ok and if they had images of her to work from that they knew their mom loved, better than the pictures that I had. It was the least that I could do, to reflect her beauty… and share it. Their answer was yes.
Received this news four days before Christmas that Patty was gone in a horrific way. Her funeral would be 2 days after Christmas. I would give the painting wrapped to her mom then, after the service. Prayerfully giving to her, Patty’s smile.
This time handicapped in numb, tears, shock,
A peace and absolute will, and must do… pricked every core of my being. At this time, visualized for the first time, what grief looked like, to paint what brought tears when looked upon.
God, sincerely interceding peace: I now know what peace beyond understanding looks like too.
Taking the time pressure off of getting done by the funeral, her sister sent a note sharing that Patty’s birthday Jan. 13th would also be a good day to give the gift to their mom if that helped. Relieved with that bit of news, simply prepared to paint in 3 days what usually request 4 weeks minimum to do… heart knew wanted her mom to have her babies smile back at the funeral.
God works in mysterious ways, as to why was compelled to paint and all… for a day later received more news of the details. One is gruesome… precious Patty was shot in the face. I now know exactly why God pricked my conscious to paint her beautiful smile to give to her mom, and there is more… a note from another sibling sharing the pixels in the photos were not enlarging very well, and asked if the painting could be placed on an easel in the front of the chapel for her service. Because making it similar in size to a painting the family already owned, it was not large, but I had a beautiful classic gold frame could put it in that would make it lovely on the easel in the chapel. Replied yes, it will be done. Peace of God in the reply.
Literally stayed up with all nighters for three days. As painting the final details… kept praying that God simply reflect her light please in these last strokes. The ‘light bulbs’ as call them to students in the final stages of a painting… took on a whole new perspective as watched Patty be formed on the canvas. She always was an inspiration and source of light to all …an extremely beautiful person inside and out- An encourager. A still small voice whispered God’s peace, literally blanketing me and my work, and the TRUTH whispered, “She is home, at peace, shining brighter than ever before – all is well.”
We were leaving for the funeral at 8am… put painting wet, into a frame at 6:30am Only pictures of the painting, taken with my camera phone… not the best. This painting was not meant for anything but to give a mother her daughters beautiful smile back.
Received the thank you card yesterday… This in part: “…you did capture ‘Our Patty’ and she deserves to be framed in gold…. She hangs in the kitchen nook area where she can be part of the family gatherings and mom’s everyday life. We are all still in shock and do not know why we did not see this coming. …She truly had a kind and loving heart and always had time to listen. There is a whole in each of our hearts that will remain always open, unable to heal… she sends hugs and kisses and would say- ‘my sweets, I’m happy and at home’ …xxoo …The Hitt family.”
This tragedy remembered shouted out:
THIS… is why I paint.
It’s the gift given and meant to share forward. We all have at least one. If we allow it to be buried in the weeds of life, then the enemy wins. Work through the tears. Press on. ‘Press on to take hold of that which Christ Jesus took hold of you for’ (Phil 3:13-16)
Thank you GOD, that by your grace we all are able to apply your gifts and your talents given, in a manner that they may multiply tenfold for Your Honor and Glory. Patty’s two favorite words, ‘forgive’, and ‘hug’. May they be continually applied. The families wish in lieu of flowers that donations be made to: SafeHouseofSeminole.org in her name.
Patty Diane Hitt
January 13, 1957 – December 19, 2012
Posted by An Original Hitt at 5:10 PM