the windows of my soul I throw wide open to the sun.
~john greenleaf whittier
it’s my favorite thing about our 100 year-0ld house. i love all the paned-glass windows and french doors. i love the light they let in.
the only downfall to having all these wonderful windows, is trying to keep them clean. it’s a never-ending battle…especially if you have a couple of these rugrats running around with their messy beards, snotty snouts, and muddy paws.
but it goes with territory you know? and i wouldn’t change it for anything. so every so often (way less often than i probably should mind you), i’ll grab the windex and clean the windows on the back french doors. the light shines in better through clean windows anyway.
this whole time writing this blog series, i’ve been reading various books about art. and the one thing that has made the biggest impression one me, the one thing i hope that has translated into this series, is that art and life share the same source. my art is how i express my belief that joy and inspiration can be found in my ordinary life. if i am dissatisfied with my art for some reason, then there is probably something in my life that needs addressed.
i was and there was.
and sometimes to get to bottom of it, you gotta clean house. and yes…i even did the windows.
the source of most of my anxiety are my two sidekicks, doubt and fear. they have been with me from the beginning of my journey with my art. sadly they are not nearly as cute and lovable as my two canine sidekicks. in fact, their mission is to prevent me from pursuing and sharing my art. but have learned to recognize them..i see them for who they are.
create in me a clean heart, o God, and renew a right spirit within me. ~psalm 51:10
it’s good to clean the windows. it’s good to let the light shine in.