SCARTER ART

‘The Sacred Heart of Jesus’
Pen and Ink

Sacred Heart of Jesus Church
Cullman AL,
Est. 1874

A Sunday morning verse -

I forgot about doing this one, but I ran across this picture in my dropbox of photos. I believe I sold it at the Red Door when it was open. It is a nice striped bass done with spray paint on an extra piece of 3/4 inch plywood that I had laying around. I cannot remember what I named it.

Ran across this old building and stopped to photograph it. There is actually some intersting history related to the statement written on it. The building also lets you know where it is. It is located 27 miles before you turn right to go to Moulton. Ha!

I’ll call it ‘Winston County Freedom’.

A couple of fish stencils I drew a few years ago.

A Sunday Morning Verse -

“So Simon Peter climbed back into the boat and dragged the net ashore. It was full of large fish, 153, but even with so many the net was not torn. Jesus said to them, “Come and have breakfast.” None of the disciples dared ask him, “Who are you?” They knew it was the Lord. Jesus came, took the bread and gave it to them, and did the same with the fish. This was now the third time Jesus appeared to his disciples after he was raised from the dead.”
‭‭John‬ ‭21‬:‭11‬-‭14‬ ‭NIV‬‬

My mom was my first art teacher. As a kid she would make me discipline myself to work hard on any creative school project or art contest. She would then critique my work and point out if something wasn’t right with my proportions or pesrpective and then have me correct it. All the way until the end of her life she was always BRUTALLY honest about my work. She never hesitated to tell me if she liked something or if she didn’t, whether it was something in art or something I wrote. She never gave me any false meaningless praise or shallow token compliments. My mother took my creativity too seriously to do that. If she told me she liked something, I knew it was good. I am not exactly sure how she’d feel about this little bird sketch, but I know she’d be completely honest about it, and I loved that about her. I am going to miss her.

I call this sketch ‘The Eye of The Sparrow’ and it goes out to my mother. My mother loved birds. She was surrounded by them, whether it was images of them in her home, decorations, in her garden, or watching them at her bird feeders. When she passed, I found out from my dad that her favorite hymn was ‘In the Garden’. There is a line in that song that says “His voice is so sweet the birds hush their singing”. From what I understand she liked that line in the song. In another spiritual song called ‘The Eye of the Sparrow’ it says “His eye is on the sparrow and I know He watches me”. It references that God’s eye is always on us, and that can be an incredible comfort to us. However, I think the real challenge is for us to keep our eye upon him. In a chaotic world full of distractions it is hard to become still and silent long enough to focus on that small still voice that is more pleasing to our ears than the singing of the birds. But if we can, we can overcome the darkness that is in this world, and find some joy in our difficult times. Thank you Lord.