It was 1974 and I was sixteen years old in my home creating my first
painting using oil paints. I had made other forms of art and had even won a
ribbon at the Minnesota State Fair in third grade for a “seed painting”.
Other than that, I had no lessons or experience painting and I can’t even
tell you what prompted me to do the painting and I’m not sure where I got the
canvas, brushes, paint, or easel from!
What I do remember was that I was trying to make a painting of the Grand
Canyon using a photograph from an “Arizona Highway” magazine. And the paint
brushes were not following my direction as the brilliant red and brown paint
seemed to take on a mind of their own.
To say that it was my best painting I had ever done up until that point
would have been correct. To say that it was worthy of being displayed in the
Louvre Museum* would have brought caused my brothers to laugh to death.
You see, what I also remember was that my brothers didn’t hold any
punches as they FREELY gave their over-the-top opinion(s). They told me and
anyone else who was within a three-mile radius that the painting looked like a
mass murder scene and proceeded to come up with some great names for the
painting; none of which helped my already insecure talents.
I remember that their criticism really hurt me one day when relatives
were gathering at our family home following a funeral. They used the
opportunity to show my painting and freely and unreservedly give their critique
as they gave a guide tour to all that they could persuade to join them.
And then, in the middle of their show, one of my aunts interrupted the
brutality by exclaiming; “Personally I like it and think that it is quite
good!” which closed their mouths. You see, this aunt had a reputation in the
family as an artist; a very good artist and her comments stopped words from
critics who couldn’t have painted any better than I had done.
“You have talents”; she went on; “I think that you should keep painting”.
And continuing on I did, for she had sparked a revolution in my heart to be creative. And, because of her encouragement, I eventually went on to win many awards, went to an art college, and produced many forms of art including graphic and architectural design, jewelry, stained glass, sculpture, wood working, decorating, mold making, music, illustration, logos, and advertising.
And continuing on I did, for she had sparked a revolution in my heart to be creative. And, because of her encouragement, I eventually went on to win many awards, went to an art college, and produced many forms of art including graphic and architectural design, jewelry, stained glass, sculpture, wood working, decorating, mold making, music, illustration, logos, and advertising.
And
yes, I went on to produce many paintings; perhaps hundreds. And, I have even
worked fulltime as an artist. All because of an aunt who took time to encourage
me with her words.
In the Bible there was a man named Barnabas (translated “Son of
Encouragement”
see Acts 4:36) who was known for his encouraging words. His encouragement gave
life to men like John Mark to press into his calling and eventually became the
great apostle Mark
I want to exhort you to
encourage someone in your life today. You too, like my aunt or like Barnabas,
can be the one person to inspire someone else to press into what they are
called to be.
“Therefore encourage
one another and build each
other up, just as in fact you are doing.” (1
Thessalonians 5:11)
“But encourage one another daily, as long as it is called “Today,” so that none of you may be hardened by sin’s deceitfulness.” (Hebrews 3:13 NIV)
All Scripture from New International
Version (NIV) Holy Bible,
New International Version®, NIV® Copyright © 1973, 1978, 1984, 2011 by Biblica,
Inc.® Used by
permission. All rights reserved worldwide.
*** The Louvre Museum (or The Louvre) is one of the
world's largest museums and a historic monument. It is located in Paris, France.
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