I’m still fascinated with the detail of the grasses and plants that are right under my nose wherever I go.
Ruth and I are travelling around Italy, inter-railing with our 3 teenage children and celebrating 20 years of marriage. It’s a non stop jaw dropping ‘soak it all in’ kind of holiday with medieval scenes and beautiful landscapes.
But I’m still drawn to the small, the detail, the grasses, right under my nose.
Capturing them on camera means scooping low, pausing, bowing to admire the detail that’s right below my nose that would otherwise go undetected.
So, I’m sketch-booking more grass scenes and seeking to capture the tangled hickedly-pickedly scenes that have gone undetected before but to which I am drawn to… its like I’m reenacting a prayer of faith. Drawing out a statement that says ‘I will not worry.’
Painting simple scenes that declare ‘God is my provider, my Father who cares for me.’
As I sketch I really can’t get away from the One who declares over our worrisome lives: ‘do not worry!’
“If God gives such attention to the appearance of wildflowers—most of which are never even seen—don’t you think he’ll attend to you, take pride in you, do his best for you? What I’m trying to do here is to get you to relax, to not be so preoccupied with getting, so you can respond to God’s giving. People who don’t know God and the way he works fuss over these things, but you know both God and how he works. Steep your life in God-reality, God-initiative, God-provisions. Don’t worry about missing out. You’ll find all your everyday human concerns will be met.” (Matthew 6- The Message.)