The annual art fair at church got me painting something new. My husband cut the butterfly shapes out of scrap wood, and I loved on them with paint.
The first one was the Blue Butterfly Angel. She fluttered in slowly over a couple of weeks. I didn’t plan too much and let her come. This is good for me, because in the past, I’ve planned too much. My goal has been to be more abstract.
The second was a Butterfly Angel Mermaid. I made one like this for my granddaughter, and I know mermaids sell big where I live, so I’ll probably make more. She took a couple of days as the date for the art fair approached.
Right after I finished the mermaid, I started on the third angel. I knew this one would special because I could see angel signs in the grain of the wood. I had traced the shape with the stencil to use the indented oval (a knot hole?) for the “face.” This piece flowed more quickly because, 1. I was warmed up, and 2. I let myself go allowing the wood grain, and the angel, to guide me. It was an emotional experience reminding me that this is the work of my heart.
I was a counselor for most of my life. Recently, I have become a writer. But drawing and painting have always come easier to me than anything else. I’ve been an artist since I was a child. For years, I’ve heard a voice urging me to paint angels! The peace I feel when I heed that call is like coming home.
I sold the mermaid at the art fair and have plans for the Blue Butterfly Angel. But it’s okay if I keep the running/dancing tree angel who reminds me to let go and follow my heart.