Thursday, November 15, 2012
I'm currently in the process of drawing this face.
This face. Who's face?
I don't know who's face it is. It looks familiar to me, but not quite; it's like, as I just recently read out of my friend's novel, "an echo without a voice".
I realized as I was adding the little details to him, making him unique in his own way, that every time I draw someone and begin the meticulous process of shading, adding fine hairs to the brows or lines to the lips, that in a sense, they're being brought to life.
The gift of drawing is an amazing thing. God has a place for art, and it should be used like He intended.
If you're an artist, you know what I'm talking about.
With every stroke of the pencil we breathe life into the thing portrayed on paper.
God is an artist - and He breathed life into us.