In the middle of January we had a big snow in Seattle. Well, big for Seattle.
The timing of it for me was unexpectedly really nice.
On the monday of the week of snow I left an installation up on Foster Island, which has trails over it and stretches over a marshy area over Lake Washington.
I had spent a few weeks making strings of bunting with folded fabric - all scraps from years of my mother quilting. I ended leaving the installation up for 8 days. In that span of time the snow built up and collected in little pockets of the fabric. The snow melted and the fabric was soaked. I let it dry then took it down lest someone take it as littering.
I was overjoyed by how God led me in making this artwork and how he interacted and played such an integral role in activating it in the space. God led me to make something with less thinking and stress and more enjoyment.
He let me make something simple and then glorified himself by making it beautiful, all in his timing. The snow tempered the bright fabric and made it a nice warm note in the cold landscape rather than a manmade intrusion. God is the true Creator, the true artist. I am his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand, that I should walk in them.
