There is an art gallery and studio that I pass everyday going into work. It sits just behind the downtown square in a little converted house. Through the large white graphed windows you can see easels adorned with beautiful art work of all sizes and mediums. Sunlight streams in and dances across the dark wood floors then catches the brilliant colors of supplies and pallets on tables. Sometimes, if you drive by with the windows rolled down, you can grab a whiff of fresh paints on canvas. It’s beautiful.
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve wanted to visit that little studio. Honestly I think what stopped me was thinking if I went in I might nevercome out. Something was in the air today though… I just couldn’t help myself from pulling in the little driveway and walking up to that cute little porch.
I was right.
Dominique was the name of the artist who greeted me at the door. She had just finished a class and her smock was covered with fresh paint drippings. He smile was welcoming and her voice soft and sweet with a French accent. Dominique showed me around her sweet little studio and told me about what classes where offered. It was everything I wanted it to be (exactly what I was scared of). We chatted for just a few minutes and then I had to will myself out the door and back to my car.
As I drove off I couldn’t stop thinking about how much I loved being in that little house. Even now, if I close my eyes, I can still see each little room with its unique works of art and warn tables filled with supplies…Dominique looking so happy and peaceful, brimming with creativity. I can only imagine what it must feel like to create all day…to gather inspiration… to collaborate with other artists (deep breath). To work in an environment that is constantly in motion, fresh, and thought provoking…full of color, texture, life…
Can I just have that please? Everyday? A little studio and gallery where artist come to paint, musicians come to make music, and people come to worship Jesus. That’s all I want.
That’s all.