Sunday, February 25, 2007

For All To See

Just this week I stumbled upon an art gallery here in Houston, and it’s exclusive to just one artist. This gallery is little known, it’s not down in the museum district, it’s over off of West Little York. Of course all of this artist’s pieces were for sale.

So I got there, and my friend and I were the only guests, but the gallery was pretty full of employees – I counted about 7 doing different things. One gentleman was with us the entire time and gave us a guided tour.

It was different from your typical art gallery . It was mostly a warehouse. Picture a massive building about the size of Walmart. The entrance was obscure and unmarked. There were no velvet ropes, no canned lights. Only one little corner inside by the door was lit up with a few pieces of art actually displayed. The rest of the gallery/warehouse was dim and shadowy.

Every "canvas" was about 6’tall x 8’wide. Most all of the other “canvases” were grouped together stacked upright in racks. Each rack held between 6 to 9 canvases. All originals. There were about 20 racks in a row, with big isles in between. There were about 7 rows of these rows. All filled with this artists work. Then beyond that - the other half of the building was where they stored even more artwork all in huge two story steel shelves. We're talking hundreds and hundreds of original pieces of work.

All these acres of art work was just discovered in Italy – long covered up and forgotten until now. As I started walking row after row, slowly stopping to stare in awe, literally – I caught my mouth hanging open. Even in the dim shadows with an occasional shaft of light from a sky light overhead - I was overwhelmed. There are absolutely no words to describe the beauty of what I saw. I had never seen anything its equal from Paris to London or New York.

The artist’s use of color and patterns and movement was beyond brilliant. I could tell He liked to use the rich earth tones, of brown and red, gold, silver, creams and blacks, but occasionally he would use brilliant blue and translucent green and pink. Those pieces were really expensive.

OK so maybe it wasn’t a true are gallery. Because the name of this place was Arizona Tile and Granite. And the featured artist was God.

Upon reflection, wondering how unfair it was and why every single piece shouldn't be hung, lit up on display against black velvet over plush carpet, for all the world to witness the work of the Master, I realized that these AWESOME works were not his prized and favorite pieces. In the same way the Grand Canyon is not his favorite. The Pacific Ocean, or snow capped mountains.

As I stood there in reflection, I realized His favorite work was the man driving the fork lift.
And the man talking on the walkie talkie, and the one shuffling papers, leading us around, quite possibly oblivious to what they are truly selling. And it was me standing there in awe of the sheer mass amounts of His creativity and originality. And it’s you – sitting here reading this blog.

I don’t understand why, we’re his favorite when I look at His creation - besides the fact, that maybe out of all he has made, you and I have the potential to look the most like Him.

When you know the Living Artist, you can’t walk away from the Grand Canyon, or the Swiss alps, or the Pacific Ocean, or even a granite warehouse and not feel very small…… and yet cherished and special, and significant and important and original and one of a kind… all at the same time.

You are very loved my friends!

Friday, February 16, 2007

Still needs a little work....

Coleman - who previously wasn't much interested in knowing the time, found a digital superman wrist watch yesterday at the store. A superman watch that has a superman shaped lid on the face - like a pocket watch. He decided that he just needed it so he could tell the time. And since his purchase, he checks it about every 10 to 20 min. He knows the basics in how to read a face watch (thank the Lord) from school. However.... I think it's time to brush up on digital. He came in to the kitchen, opened up his super cool watch and proudly announced to my mother and I that it was 70 after 15.

After I stopped choking on my fried rice, and finished wiping the tears away, we took another look.......... it was 12:07.

Sweet!

Sunday, February 11, 2007

February Update

Long overdue for an update! Besides regular life, Caleb turned 8!!! Dan turned 42!! And I started my new business. Here are some visuals.

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In keeping with the spirit of the Farrier tradition, we have passed on the "Farrier Flip". All three of Dan's brothers sported the fashionable coif. We got out some pictures of Dan and compared. Scary! As you can see - Caleb is not enjoying it one bit.

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Not to be out done, Coleman lost his first tooth! No sign of big daddy yet.

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For his birthday, Caleb got to make his own cake. He decided it needed to be a bunt cake with colorful sprinkles. It was choc/van swirl, "so everyone will like it." Here is the master at work.

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Here is the finished product. Quite festive, don't you think?


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The creator and his masterpiece!


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The other birthday boy. His favorite cake is homemade German Chocholate Cake. We had just restocked on propane, so we didn't feel it necessary to heat the house with candles. We just decieded to arrainge the cake with a 4 and 2 candle formation.

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What's a birthday with out a love squeeze!

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Or a double love squeeze sandwich from your biggest fans!


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These are my CAbi friends and co-consultants! Here we are on our way to Nashville for the very large CAbi conference. Look...... No children anywhere to be found!! The gal with the Blond hair is my sweet upline - Jamie. Lots of fun was had by all.


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This was at the CAbi Corral. After a hard day of sitting and stuffing our brains full of fashion/clothing/business knowledge, we ended the evening with a little line dancing and chick chat.


Since I've been back from Nashville, I have gotten started and it's been a lot of fun. My first season is shaping up quite nicely. But I'm still finding my groove.

Once February is overwith I will have a lot less on my plate. Our church's women's retreat is coming up, and I am up to my gray roots in work for that. Not only am I on the worship team, but I am writing, directing, camera woman, editor, and actress for a (7 women) skit. I am enjoying it, but just wish that I did't have to do life at the same time, ya know. Having to multitask, just takes some of the fun right out of it. I really hope it's going to be funny.

Our retreat is called Breakaway, but in lite of the stress, I've renamed it Breakout. Someone has stollen my chin and given me a teenagers instead. Where is my clearasil?!

Well to all 3 of my friends and family that read this.... you are temporarily updated!