An artist is a unique human being, often spending years learning their craft, perfecting and making a living at it. Unfortunately, the artist is up against much competition and most of them aren’t acknowledged for their work until they die.
You must continue to invest in supplies. You market yourself, compete in art shows, spend hours, money and creative energy to get noticed. If you’re fortunate, you may sell something. Without art, our walls would be bare, the creative vision they possess would never be seen and the beauty of creative expression would become a thing of
the past. Art can also define a civilization.
John F. Kennedy once said, “I am certain that after the dust of centuries has passed over our cities, we, too, will be remembered not for victories or defeats in battle or in politics, but for our contribution to the human spirit.”
During WWII, Hitler, who was turned down as a student of the Vienna Academy of Fine Arts, had his forces confiscate or steal magnificent works of art to be used for his own pleasure or to be destroyed if he felt it was decadent or abstract. Some 70 years ago, the now famous Monument Men rescued a large portion of these priceless treasures.
I’m proud to say that my husband is an artist. Many look at his work with admiration, but they have no idea how long it took to get to this point. His body of work is huge and someday will be the legacy he leaves our children. In the meantime, we both press on, knowing that our creative endeavors are a gift from God – a means for us to express our gratitude for what He’s done for us.
Here’s a small sampling of some of his work.