The Autumn Leaves

This past weekend we celebrated Homecoming Sunday at my church, the Magnolia UCC. It was a chance for anyone who has ever had any connection to the church to come together and connect, and in some cases reconnect.

I wanted to create something celebratory in the sanctuary. I knew that the service would be focused on the 'great cloud of witness' from the reading in Hebrews. But, I also wanted to highlight community and autumn. Recently, a tree that had shaded the stained-glass windows in the front of the church had been removed.
This meant that they would have a stronger impact then they had been having in the space. I wanted to respect that, too.

I was inspired by a banner that read "I am the vine, you are the branches".

I used 8" ribbon segments and tied them around a couple of pear tree branches to represent the leaves - and the members of the community.

The colors were dictated by the stained glass windows. I graduated the color of the ribbons, starting with red at the tips of the branches moving to orange, yellow, chartreuse and ending with green at the base. This echoes the changing leaves of the trees outside.

The 'falling' leaves are taped to the wall as well as hanging from wire from the branches to add another dimension. They represent the "great cloud of witnesses", those members that have gone before us.

The effect of these branches ended up being very simple visually and, yet, they were able to embrace all of the concepts I had set forth.

I like this idea so much I think I will do something at home like this. It can be done in colors to match any room or occasion. It could be interesting to do a branch all in black or purple for Halloween. Or all white or silver for Christmas or winter. Be inspired, be good,
Scott

I admit that I am competitive.
I always have been. It is uncertain which is stronger, my satisfaction in winning or my detestation of losing. Whatever it is, it is persistent in my life.

Yesterday, I began my 5-mile morning run much like I do every day, when I saw two young men running 1/2 block ahead of me. They were running in my same direction at quite a pace. It was then that I noticed an entire group (gaggle, herd, obstinacy) of college aged men - running a block ahead of the other two - a block and a half ahead of me.

The conversation in my head went like this:
"You don't have to pass them. They are half your age. They are one and a half blocks ahead. You don't need to catch up to them. They are running fast. It's okay to not pass them. It's okay to not win"

I continued to try to convince myself that I would be okay if I didn't pass them, if I didn't win. However, the deeper, quieter voice was in charge telling my body to push forward. I found myself turning it up a notch, and then another notch and then, yet, another notch. One mile later I found myself passing them.
" You are passing them. They are half your age. You can do it. There they go. Eat my dust. Keep going, don't look back. They may catch on that it's a race and then you're in trouble. Keep going, keep going, keep going...."
By the time I dared look back - another mile or so - I couldn't see them.
I had won fair and square and was ready to relax my pace when I spotted a woman a couple of blocks ahead of me. Her blond hair was pulled back in a ponytail and she was dressed in a coordinating jogging outfit - pink and black. Usually, this scenario doesn't threaten me. My regular stride would allow me to pass her in no time. In fact, she probably put makeup on to go running. It didn't take me long to see that the distance between us was increasing, not decreasing as expected.
"What the...? This cannot happen. I can't have just beat a flock of college guys to let pretty-in-pink win."
Now body and mind were in sync. I kicked it into gear. It took another mile to pass her.
"There she goes. Keep going, keep going, keep going. Don't look back."
I had won again.
By the time I finished my run in another 1/2 mile, I was ready to throw up.

But, I won.

Be good,
Scott

Art on the Hill

My neighborhood art walk is just weeks away. I have had a small role in putting it together by approaching potential artists, creating the artwork for the publicity and contributing my two cents worth of advice. The Upper Queen Anne Merchants Association is sponsoring the event and as it is an annual event (as opposed to the usual monthly art walk) they are making efforts to create an extraordinary evening. Along with meeting the artists and seeing the art there will be stations set up to create art, times to hear the artists talk about there work, a drawing for prizes, entertainment and plenty of treats.
I will be showing my latest paintings at Chocolopolis, a simply beautiful shop with chocolate from around the world. And really, what could be better than that? Art and chocolate.
If you are in the area, please stop by.
Be Good, Scott

What does it take to be noticed?

This past weekend I saw the movie "Julie and Julia". It is the story of a woman - an unrealized writer - who desires something more in her life. She has an unsatisfying job, a self-important group of friends (she's not always the nicest person herself) and the longing to be a writer. She also likes to cook. With her supportive and patient husband's encouragement she decides to cook her way through the Julia Child cookbook and blog about it. She gives herself a year for the project.

At the same time, we are given the story of how Julia Child became 'Julia Child'. She is an affable woman who loves to eat and wants something to do with her time while her husband is employed in Paris. She attends Le Cordon Bleu and learns the art of French cuisine. There she is noticed by a couple of women who are writing a French cookbook for Americans. Julia helps them make their cookbook more accessible to the American audience.

In both cases, their stories end with them being noticed. Julie, the writer, ends up with a book based on her blog entries and then this movie. Julia ended up with her cookbook but also became a television personality and a major influence in the history of American food.

Julie was 30 when it happened for her. Julia was closer to 50.

So, why were they noticed? What did they do? How did they get there?
I have been trying to figure this out since the first showing of my work 10 years ago. What will it take for me to be noticed as an artist?

I have also tried to figure out why I long for more, when clearly, I have so much. I have always believed that I was meant to make a difference. That my life was to be a legacy of something good. This has been my understanding from the beginning. It is why I try to create art that is accessible and light-filled with meaning and insight.

I am grateful for the support I have. I am surrounded by people that believe in me. My art has opened doors and created relationships I had never imagined. I have been able to do things, go places and meet people all over. My world has expanded greatly.
And yet, I wonder when will I be noticed?

I am constantly looking for ways to put myself - my art - out into the world. I have had moments when I thought this is it, this is when I will be discovered. These were the times when I believed I would be thrown into the national/international spotlight. Each time they have passed with a quiet little 'whoosh'.

I have auditioned for television shows, sent my portfolio to numerous galleries, shot a television pilot, lead creativity groups, donated hundreds of pieces to organizations across the country, I have even sold the painted shirt off of my back. I have gathered my creative friends for brainstorming the road to my success. I have designed clothes, landscapes, graphics, interiors, theater sets, costumes, murals, children's books. My work has been shown in businesses, restaurants, coffee shops, boutiques, fairs, gift shops and galleries. My line of art cards is scattered across the country as well are my prints on canvas. I have been the presenting artist for several events both locally and nationally. My art has been used as the 'image' of several businesses.
My life is centered on being creative, being an artist. It is what I eat, drink and sleep.

I will continue to put myself out into the world. I will face it's give and take. I will.
What does it take to be noticed?

Be good,
Scott