It seemed that I had stepped into stepped into a time warp 45 years back to the past. Baby Boomers being chauffeured by their grown babies were being dropped off at the curb. In the Sunken Gardens of the courthouse, Graying hippies were calling the community to activism under the thread-bear banner of an encircled, inverted broken cross aka: peace sign.
“$1200!” gasped a workshop attendee, “Our instructor gets $1200 for a painting that took only an hour to complete? $1200 for something so small? I can pick up any number of 18 x 24 inch watercolors at an art fair for no more than $250 apiece.” Having said that, she indignantly stormed off the grounds. A friend of mine once said, “The reason I put so much paint on my canvases is that I price them by the pound.” How shall we value a masterpiece?
I was painting en plein air when a man who didn’t seem to be in a hurry to get to his distination walked by. I determine to engage him in a conversation. “Good morning sir. Here’s a little something for you to read.” When he reached out for the ‘Talent Search’ tract, I began to talk to him about the contents. “Talent search…it’s about the talent God gives you. I worked in Hollywood. Seems like everyone chases about fame and fortune but forgets all about God.” When I asked him if he believed in the Lord, he said, “I came up in the church.” I replied, “You came up in the church, but did the church come up in you?”
Jack stepped over beside me and quietly watched me paint. Finally I asked him, “Do you like to paint?” “I’m not too good at painting, but I draw,” he said as he pulled a small notebook from his pocket. He opened it to show me some of his sketches. He flipped to a page of pen and ink drawings. They were very well executed; the proportions of the figures were accurate and the shading gave them depth. They were also dark…spiritually.
What would the pop singer, Michael Jackson have looked like had he have lived longer and not achieved the breathtaking success he had in the music industry? He might have looked like the man I met on this street corner … Read More