Watercolor Painting: A Quest

                                   Watercolor Painting: A Quest

                              Guest Writer and Artist: Ken Fellows

               Years ago, I developed an interest in watercolor art. Trying on my own, I wanted to paint more than anything, and I did.

     I’ve now been painting for over 25 years. Before I started painting, I was a radiologist who spent nearly 40 years contemplating black-and-white images. My gray-scale discrimination is pretty good, and perhaps that’s why my paintings feature the effects of lighting (a doctor colleague observed at one of my shows: “Well, Ken, I see you’re still dealing in shadows.”) 

Interpreting X-ray images requires subconsciously rejecting what is unimportant or extraneous and focusing on the unusual, the variant, and the arresting. The same holds true for painting. When I paint, I strive to isolate the essential and defining elements of a scene, leaving out the mundane or distracting. Art teachers instruct that what is left out of a painting is as important as what is included. Sometimes, deciding what to leave out can be difficult; it complicates the pursuit of every new piece of art.

     A revered local artist, Dewitt Hardy, was my favorite teacher. He was a master watercolorist. His criticism of my work was that my paintings were often “too graphic.” Others have observed, not always admiringly, that “your work looks like a photo.” I offer no defense, even if my style is unintentional.

     I often use personal photos as references for a painting, but I’ve studied and sketched most scenes on-site before attempting the final rendition. Photos are only helpful when I’m back in my studio, to recall the ambient light and shadows. Everything else – the objects, shapes, proportions, and colors – is a candidate for exclusion or change.

     Whatever viewers think of my work, if it’s in a show, it has already passed my severest critics—my artist/wife Kristin; my photographer/daughter Hannah; and my grandchild Ella (who invariably recommends, “Grandpa, not enough color”). They have discerning eyes and good judgment. If they disapprove, the public never gets to see the work. More than 70 of my paintings have been invited to public shows. I’ve been very fortunate to find this a gratifying ‘2nd act’ in my life. Even though many of my paintings have sold, I’ve never kept track of how many. It’s also been a pleasure to gift a number to friends, family members, and fellow artists. Like most artists, I live with the fact that after I’m gone, a number of my creations will eventually be relegated to scrap piles. 

     The real joy and contentment I derive from my painting come from the satisfaction it provides and the mindfulness and contentment the process creates. Most painting sessions are as mentally beneficial as the best times of meditating or the hours spent with good friends and loved ones.

How fortunate I’ve been to stumble upon the joys and rewards of painting with watercolors.

Ken Fellows

Joanna Seibert joannaseibert.com

 

 

                                                                                        

 

                                                                                                         

 

 

 

 

           

 

 

 

             

 

 

Catherine Marshall: The Helper, An Introduction to the Holy Spirit

Catherine Marshall: The Helper

“When we try it on our own, we are seeking to usurp the Helper’s place. Attempting in the flesh to convict another of sin results in wreckage—defensiveness, anger, estrangement, loss of self-worth, defeatism, and depression—whereas when the Spirit does this corrective work, it is ‘good’ hurt, the kind that leaves no damage, never plunges us into despair or hopelessness, and is always healing in the end.”—Catherine Marshall in The Helper (Chosen Books, 1978), pp. 214-215.

Almost fifty years ago, when our medical practice at Children’s Hospital was just starting, my husband and I were not as busy, so we could go downtown for lunch and perhaps browse Cokesbury Bookstore before returning to the hospital. 

One day, I saw a book by Catherine Marshall, titled The Helper, on the front sales table for $2. I remembered she had written A Man Called Peter about her husband, a Scottish immigrant who became the chaplain of the United States Senate but died prematurely. I particularly loved the movie, so I could not resist the bargain. I paid the two dollars, and it changed my life.

I did not understand the Holy Spirit. Then, suddenly, I was presented with a part of God I could relate to—one who was always with me. However, I had great difficulty relating to God, the Father, and Jesus. One was a kind older man with a beard in the sky, and the other was a television evangelist flipping through the Bible who wanted to save me. 

For years, I held on to the Holy Spirit, the Comforter, the Helper, always beside me, guiding me whenever I chose. This sustained me for a long time until I could develop a deeper relationship with the other two members of the Trinity.

I am constantly amazed by how God, the Holy Spirit, works: a Presbyterian minister’s daughter I would never meet, who grew up in Keyser, West Virginia, with my father, the son of the Methodist minister in the area; a slow time in our practice; a Methodist bookstore; a bargain table; a New York Times bestseller; a movie; and two dollars.

My favorite story by Catherine Marshall was about answered prayer. She prayed for patience, and God gave her the slowest possible housekeeper. I wept upon hearing of Catherine Marshall’s death at age sixty-eight on March 18th, 1983, just before Holy Week.

Thank you for supporting our camp and conference center, Camp Mitchell, on top of Petit Jean Mountain, by purchasing this book from the daily series of writings for the liturgical year, A Daily Spiritual Rx for Ordinary Time: Readings from Pentecost to Advent. All proceeds from book sales benefit Camp Mitchell. If you enjoy this book, please take a moment to write a brief recommendation on its Amazon page at https://smile.amazon.com/Daily-Spiritual-Ordinary-Time-Pentecost/dp/B08JLTZYGH/ref=sr_1_1?dchild=1&keywords=joanna+seibert+books&qid=1621104335&sr=8-1

 More thank-yous than we can say!!!

Joanna. https://www.joannaseibert.com/

The Fire of Pentecost Is Still Present

Pentecost Continues

Bishop Curry USA Today

“When he had said this, he breathed on them and said, ‘Receive the Holy Spirit.’” — John 20:22.

We are now in the season of Pentecost: remembering and celebrating that the Spirit was given to us on the Day of Pentecost. If you want to see what happened that day when the Spirit moved through a large room of people who had no idea what was happening, watch the video of Bishop Michael Curry’s sermon at the wedding of Prince Harry and Meghan Markle on the morning of Pentecost Eve, May 19, 2018.

Usually, the minister’s words at a wedding are called a homily, a short sermon. But as one of the British commentators puts it, Curry’s message is an actual sermon—and it is all about love. He first reminds us that when two people fall in love, nearly the entire world shows up, as it did that Saturday morning. That is how important love is.

Bishop Curry reminds us that love has the energy of fire, and his enthusiastic, passionate words are comparable to the Pentecost flames that ran through St. George’s Chapel that day. It appears as though Bishop Curry is so filled with the Spirit that he must keep holding on to his lectern to stay in place.

His body language signals that he wants to move out and approach the young couple and his congregation more directly. As you watch people’s faces, you can tell they do not know how to respond to him or his barnstorming message. They look mystified, amused, indignant, comical, and questioning. Some look down at their programs so others cannot see what they think. Others glance at their neighbors for a clue about what is happening. Some almost fall out of their chairs! Some look at Curry as if they are mesmerized. 

Perhaps the ones who seem to understand his message best are the royal wedding couple themselves—especially Meghan, who beams a radiant smile with an occasional twinkle throughout the sermon.

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Bishop Curry’s presentation and delivery are not in the British style, but his message of love is true to his Anglican and African roots. He speaks out of his African American tradition, drawing on his ancestors’ experiences of slavery and on his training in an Episcopal style that Americans adapted from the Anglican form. Bishop Curry speaks his truth, which comes from deep within him—as these traditions mesh and kindle tongues of fire from the power of love that flames around the world. 

 

Bishop Curry is a beautiful role model of what it means to be filled with the Spirit. With Pentecost fire, we have no choice but to speak the truth. Many people will not understand what we are saying, but everyone who receives us will be changed.

Bishop Curry also reminds us that the truth from God should always be about love: loving God, loving ourselves, and loving our neighbor. Period.

I have greatly enjoyed our journey together through Lent and Easter, and I look forward to our adventures in the season of Pentecost.

 

Joanna  https://www.joannaseibert.com/