It is finally done!
After spending a couple of minutes (hours or days in other cases) doing some visual calisthenics, studying the subject and then replicating it on paper using a pencil as if I was some sort of a live photocopying machine, I can at last affix my signature, breathe a collective sigh of relief and say, “It is finished.”
“It is finished…”
Weren’t those also the last words of our beloved Savior before He breathed His last?
Words He uttered just a few moments before His human heart stopped beating?
Words that the purpose of His ultimate sacrifice of giving up His life, in exchange for ours that was marred and taken away by sin, was already fulfilled?
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I had a wonderful time drawing the portrait of a friend I haven’t seen for some years already.
I’m glad that I could now come up with a gift that is more personal – something that I could make using my own bare hands.
She turned 30 in January and I thought that a portrait drawing of her made by myself would be a perfect gift for celebrating another decade of her life.
I’m not really sure when I would get the chance to see her again since we live far away from each other.
But I do hope that a part of me was able to reach her through the personalized gift that I gave her on her birthday.
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I had the pleasure of rendering this lovely lady as a mermaid following the theme “Rockistang Sirena” (Rocker Mermaid) in a special tournament hosted by the portrait artists group Styles, Strokes, And Sketches Society, or 4S for short.
For sure I had my imagination flowing nonstop and ideas just kept pouring in during the entire process of this artwork.
Details, details, and even more details.
I am so grateful that she included my work among her top 12 favorites.
But I have to say that the best part of this event was that I got to meet a lot of, not only talented but kind-hearted as well, artists who inspire me to keep getting better at my craft.
Thank You, dear God, for this great opportunity.
Lately, it has all been about art: sketching, drawing, painting, daydreaming…
My hands almost never stop moving: fingers motioning to get the right strokes, the right amount of shading, making even more prominent the callus on one of my fingers as a result of consistent pencil pressure on that part.
And my eyes that unceasingly observe a variety of subjects’ (well, even non-subjects. I’m quite an observer now) proportions.
I can now truly say to myself that I am living the life of a full-fledged artist.
And then I’ll say “repeat;” the process never stops, the growing never ends.
I will always be a work in progress…
Slowly… surely… perpetually… because God continues to mold me into the person that He would like me to be.
Whenever I am sad and then I suddenly remember that I will be drawing again, my sadness goes away…
A man going on a journey called in his servants and entrusted his possessions to them…
~ Matthew 25:14
I am really grateful that God blessed me with this talent which brings me joy and gives Him glory. Sometimes I still get overwhelmed whenever I see the work of my hands; I know I am not capable of doing such artworks if it weren’t for God’s grace; therefore, all the beautiful drawings I am able to do are of God and I am thankful that He used me as the instrument to share such beauty to others.
To one he gave five bags of gold, to another two bags, and to another one bag, each according to his ability.
~ Matthew 25:15
I see God’s generosity fill all the earth; I see His blessings in abundance; I see them in you and me; for we are all given gifts by God… they only come in different forms; so that we may lift each other up in all the things that we lack; and that we may glorify God in all the things that we have.
His master said to him, ‘Well done, my good and faithful servant. Since you were faithful in small matters, I will give you great responsibilities. Come, share your master’s joy.’
~ Matthew 25:21
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