Last week I made the worst mistake an artist/crafter/creative could ever make.
Is there a line between tasteful and sinful?
Whether the story is about miracles, or giving what little you have or that we can feed the world if we all share, it’s a story worth telling.
A few little things have happened recently that have brought back an old gripe of mine. That old feeling that as a Christian artist, one of the hardest hurdles is finding a sense of belonging in the church.
Turning sketches into flags
After the band have played the last note, the choir have sat down, the sermon done, the Amen said… the prayer shawl continues on and travels with the person in need.
I want to start with a story, which I’m sure most of you will know.
It used to be, things made slowly, by hand were for the poor. If you couldn’t afford new clothes, you made them. Hand knitted jumpers were made by family members over time, where shop bought winter wear was for people who could afford to travel to skiing locations
I should have done this blog weeks ago, before I broke my leg and since I get the cast taken off in just over a week, well it’s been a long time. But I kept putting it off, and since I like to do my work in order I kept putting other work on hold till it was done. The work piled up and I didn’t know why, until I realised it’s a dire task.