Funny how collections start.
My collecting white cherubs started in April. I was gathering items that would fit in with Mary's "Fairy Garden" party, when I spotted this planter for $1.50. We used it to hold utensils.
My intention was to donate it back to the thrift shop after the party, but I found myself holding onto it. Maybe it was his face, but I just felt peace and inspiration every time I looked at him.
I found this cherub in Vermont. He's pure cement.
I don't go out of my way looking for them, but when I spot one I like, I take him home.
My "art studio" has become my sanctuary. It's the place I work with my hands and free my mind.
It's where I co-create with the Holy Spirit and thank God for all the good in my life.
It's where I teach my children by example, they're never too old to "play".
Surrounding myself with white cherubs reminds me to use my art as a form of prayer and to glorify God, rather than worry about what other's might think.
When we quit worrying about the end result, we become absorbed in the process and experience the pure joy of creating.
At his last performance, as the audience enthusiastically cheered, the great Composer, Hayden lifted his hands towards Heaven and said, "Not from me - from there, above, comes everything!"