Tag Archives: Feeling Paint

love be like*



I really enjoy the process of making prophetic art, because it can take many twists and turns and surprises along the way.  Typically, I will have a word, a colour, a shape, or a person to start with.

On this particular day, I only had the desire to paint.  And then a request for a painting came in.  I don’t think I have EVER painted on a request before, and I said so, but I also said, “I will pray about it.”  Little did I know that the desire to paint was right in front of me.  Within a few minutes a song began to roll off my lips, and the painting poured out with more passion that I could ever imagine was possible…what a gift!
Your love is like a waterfall, waterfall
Running wild and free
You hear my heart when I call, when I call
Deep calls, too deep
Your love is like a waterfall, waterfall
Raining down on me
[Chris Tomlin]
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“Play Full”

play full

Being completely understood as a human being and an artist used to be very important to me. Not that I tried really hard to communicate properly, I just felt sad when nobody seemed to *get it*.

A LOT of assumptions were made in those days…

Over the years I’ve found meaning in the process of trying to find words that articulate what is going on inside of me, and I’ve also deemed the people around me important enough to experiment on. So if you don’t get it the first time, I will try another angle…

This bird is me.

So, here’s to growing little! It’s not that I don’t want to grow up…that would be a waste of time. But I want to forget that it hurt when I tried before and assumed I had failed. I want to return to the place where I “cried & tried” instead of “gave up.” I want to become wiser by taking more risks, simpler by moving more rocks, and free to dance.

Is any of this making sense?! If not, maybe turn your computer screen upside down, nod your head every few seconds and say, “hmmm”…

Let’s get simple together.

“…unless you are converted and become like children, you will not enter the kingdom of heaven.” Matt 18:3

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“the SOUND of healing”


[Will be available at the Crystal Gala silent auction fundraiser for breast cancer research, October 18, 2014.]

I actually didn’t know I had this in me…but when it came out, there was a sense of relief and joy so full it only made sense that it had actually been there all along. You see, my mom had breast cancer. Twice. And now that she is on the mend again, there is a different side of cancer journey that I am experiencing alongside her: it is the sound of healing.

I have done the violent “FIGHTER” painting to depict the strength it takes to endure the process, but this was equally as needed. There is hope.

I realize that not everyone who has cancer gets to experience this side of the journey, but all hope for it. And I think if it had a sound, this is what it would sound like…

Dance like light, where joy belongs
The paths ahead make different songs
The life inside, a gift to cherish
Beauty and hope will never perish

Music on Canvas
By Misty Bedwell

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“pursuing you”

Every time feels like the first time.

In a way, it was a first. This was the first work that came out of my new studio, so I am feeling sentimental about it. I find myself wishing I could keep it around for a little while longer, but it will be going to its new home in a few short weeks.

In my new studio, there is a tiny rounded patio, only for the purpose of romance in my opinion…because I swing open the doors while I paint and push the music and inspiration outside with my brush and voice.

The title for this painting came out in a moment just like that. I sang. I painted. And I was moved to tears, so now I am eagerly preparing the special message for the new owner.

At this time, it seems, the dragonfly is able to communicate something that is inside of me that needs to be expressed. And there is more on its way. More dragonflies, more paintings, more people…I nod my head in understanding something I cannot yet see.

Two years. That is how long most species of dragonfly spend in the “preparation stage” for life: a stage that ends in only a few short months of flying. But that ability to fly is full developed, expert, complete with the ability to catch their prey in mid-air with their feet. How do they do that? Well, nearly all of the dragonfly’s head is made up of eye…so their vision enables them to see every angle, except for behind them.

I want to live like that.

“Then God said, ‘Let the waters swarm with fish and other life. Let the skies be filled with birds of every kind.'” [Genesis 1:20]


24×36″ Mixed medium on canvas
by Misty Bedwell

>This blank canvas was generously donated by Tony Mayo…love it when artists believe in other artists. Please check out his website. Send me a message if you want in on the fun too 🙂

>This painting will be available at the After Dark Gala at The Abbotsford Reach on September 13, 2014 with 100% of the proceeds going to The Reach to further the community of art in Abbotsford.

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There are times when we think and hope and pray, and we are convinced we know what God has in mind. (In spite of myself, I do this.) In the shadows of the unkown, some may assume confirmation that He can’t hear us, doesn’t know us, and doesn’t care. We grow cold. This painting reflects the cold and dark areas of our hearts that we don’t like to acknowledge.

But He does see us.

It’s not how we assume it is. His plans are not like our plans. We may think we know what He wants, but God responds to what actually is best for us. Believing this truth revives our hearts. This painting also reflects the growth of believing His promises for us.

This weekend, His promises were revealed to me, and I had a choice. Would I doubt His plans or would I respond to them, even though they were different from my own?

Lord, make my heart fully Yours. My plans do not truly matter at all…only Yours do.

“Then I will sprinkle clean water on you, and you will be clean. Your filth will be washed away, and you will no longer worship idols. And I will give you a new heart, and I will put a new spirit in you. I will take out your stony, stubborn heart and give you a tender, responsive heart. (Ezekiel 36:25, 26 NLT)


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come like You promised…


I don’t have many words to go along with this painting. It speaks for itself. The title, is a prayer; the painting…the answer.

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pray like rain

The same hour I started this painting, I got a text from a friend asking if I would be interested in donating a painting to a school auction. The timing isn’t always THAT perfect, but when it is…there is little point in denying it.

I just wanted to play. Splash. Make a little mess. Along the same lines, I have been toying with the idea of prayer being more than just words sometimes. If I cry a lot when I pray, does that mean God can’t hear me because I’m not saying words?

So, as I toyed with my thoughts, I began to toy with paint.


“The greatest tragedy in life is the prayers that go unanswered because they go unasked.” [Mark Batterson]

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