I am back from St. Maarten. Oh, it was a lovely week. The colors of the island, the smells of the ocean and Caribbean food, the warmth of the sun it all refreshes me in a very deep way. I painted a lot. 🙂 Every morning I would still wake up around 7, get a cup of coffee, grab my supplies and find a spot in the resort to plunk down. The exceedingly friendly staff always checked on me–and delighted in what I was painting. I became known as the painter/dancing queen (that had more to do with my dancing at night LOL–I do like to cut a rug).
Mostly, I was drawn to the creation of God. I sat down to paint the buildings and the houses on the sides of the mountains and it just never felt right. One morning I went down to paint the beach and the umbrellas. Not right. So I wandered around and found some of the iguanas that are all over the resort. (Lazy, funny little buggers. You can get right up close until they finally scurry away in fright.) It was the creations of God, not man, that felt right each morning.
Now this painting is and is not a creation of God. We attended Easter morning church service at a Methodist church in Phillipsburg. Such a fun time! There was a full hour of boisterous, celebratory hymn singing before the nitty gritty of the service. Nothing fancy or exceptional. Just happy people singing old old hymns. You could hear all the voices mingling in that church. The church itself was the teal blue in the painting with white trim. And in the front of the altar stood the most jubilant cross ever: made with God’s creations—bright pink island flowers covered the entire thing and it was 10 feet tall. It was magnificent! And so, so joyful. They started the service with the words, “We come before you with joy and gladness in our hearts.” Loved it. So I went home and painted it of course. I will never forget that Easter service, it is etched on my heart.
I hope that you had a joyful and glad Easter as well!