The mural on the side of the building continues to stay in my mind. There are multiple ways I see and experience the artist’s work. Even as I go back to it, I find myself creating different stories, imagining characters at play. I wonder what was going on in the artist’s life. Does any of it relate to one of the stories I imagine? If the artist was in a different space and frame of mind, what is the story revealed hidden within this mural?
I love the reality that every artist has a creative license. S/he owns it. What is revealed is more than techniques and materials. I see a revelation of the artist’s heart and soul. Even as I smile, I hear life reminding me of lessons I often forget.
Everyone has a unique canvas. My canvas is my own. With my technique, the way I live, the choices I make, and the actions I take reveal my heart, soul, and mind. As I think of others, “Isn’t it obvious that a potter has a perfect right to shape one lump of clay into a vase for holding flowers and another into a pot for cooking beans?” (Romans 9.21). If I love and cherish my freedom, it goes to follow that I should do the same for others.
Stories have multiple dimensions. I try to be intentional. As others echo my story, I hear something that is different from my intent. While I find myself blaming the listener and observer for not being able to read between the lines, each echo is an opportunity to learn, grow, and be more articulate.
Stories are not always happy. My mural interpretations are mostly positive. Within the positives are also some that are sad. In this mural, I often wonder about the role the dove plays. How does this fit with the uplifted head? What about the children? Where and how do they fit in the story?
Today is my opportunity to paint. I want the characters in my mural to reflect love, acceptance, and respect.
