Do you carry art supplies around with you in your purse?”
This was a question I was asked this week. Although it is true that inspiration hardly waits for the convenience of paper, carrying supplies with me was not something I had ever considered before.
What do I do when I am hiking? What about when I’m on the toilet? What if I lose my purse????
Somehow, I have to carry something of even GREATER convenience with me. Somewhere that LEDs don’t dull and pages don’t bend. Somewhere deeper.
So that’s when I announced that “I carry around my art supplies in my shoes!”
What does that even mean?! I must be nuts. Pencil crayons don’t fit in shoes.
It means I AM the paint brush, pencil crayons, and paper.
I am also the canvas.
My fingers are brushes, ready for work at any time, and I always have them with me. My eyes are the canvas on which I paint the depths of my heart; my actions are the medium I use.
In this way, art supplies are incredibly limiting.
“Jesus bent down and started to write on the ground with his finger.”