As it turns out, having minimal control over the process is a perfect place to be! In that place, I was, and am, able to set aside all my rational thought and logical thinking, and just create. It was in that place, that I discovered the sense of God’s pleasure like never before. He met me there, in the midst of creating. Not at the end, when there was a finished product, but in the mess and the chaos of the process of doing the thing. It was a rather startling revelation, and one that began to transform my view of God and myself.
I would generally listen to music, or podcasts while painting. Mostly, because my hands were busy doing something, I was usually in the same place for a while, and it gave me something to think about. I began to notice that there was a difference in the creative process depending on what I was hearing.
Given my background in biology and chemistry, and the fact that I was involved in research during the acquisition of that degree, it should come as no surprise that I began to experiment. I didn’t do so formally, which I kind of regret now. It would be interesting to have documented what I tried and when and what resulted. But, alas, I have to rely on my memory.
I started to wonder what would happen if I intentionally set out to encounter God while I was painting. If I consciously played the kind of music that spoke to my heart and soul the most while I was working, what would happen? What happened is that I noticed that I began to feel even closer to the Creator as I was creating than I did most any other time. There grew a richness and a depth in our relationship that wasn’t there before, and was reflected in my work.
Playing worship music seemed to work the best, and I began to wonder if there was a difference in live versus recorded music. Since painting is a rather messy business, or at least I’m quite good at making a big mess, I had to modify my technique a bit. I did a couple of different things. I took a sketch book and colored pencils sometimes, and other times, I took collage materials and thicker glue and did mini collages in my lap. I found that there wasn’t a lot of difference, at least for me, in the creating process wether I was somewhere in person, or listening via webcast or to something otherwise recorded.
About this time, I started hearing about “Prophetic Art”. I understood what they were doing, and what the significance was, but there was a bit of a disconnect in my mind between what I saw, and what I was doing. My work was becoming more abstracted, while most of what I was finding by others was very representational. Surprisingly for me, I was discovering that the process was at least as significant as the final product.
During my experimentation, I received several prophetic words related to my artwork. The first ones, I didn’t even know that’s what they were until later. Many I didn’t know what to do with, but I did write them down to see what would happen. Some, I’m beginning to understand and see manifest. But I’m still amazed at the unlikeliness of all of this.
I didn’t start out to become “A Prophetic Artist”. No, I was just playing around in my studio, and following the questions in my head, heart, and spirit. I wonder what would happen if… is a question that’s taken me on many wild adventures.
(Excerpt from my second book.)