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Over the years, I have explored my art through various mediums.  Ceramics, oils, pencil, acrylics, watercolor, photography (I'm sure there are more).  I've enjoyed all of them and this weekend I was going to add one more art adventure, collage.  I signed up, not really knowing what I was going to be doing, and I am so happy I did.  It was absolutely wonderful.  More than wonderful...I was completely in the zone for two and one half days.  A classmate in the workshop talked about losing time when creating, and that's exactly what happened.   I was in my own world for two and half days and whatever else was going on out there, just didn't matter.  It's strange how a room filled with artistic energy can create a bond beyond words.  I learned a new art form from my fabulous instructor, Laura Lein-Svencner and equally rewarding was hearing the encouraging words from my classmates.  I was excited about attending this workshop for many reasons.  The obvious was that I was going to learn something new, but the other was because God's plan for me was beginning to take shape. I stepped away from the corporate world to make time to develop the gifts He poured into me and when the opportunity for this class came into my life, I knew it was part of the bigger picture.  I am so thankful for this small blessing.  "... whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God."  1 Corinthians 10:31.  My hope is that I will be able to pass on the blessing and point to my creator, who gave me the gift in the first place.  "What we are is God's gift to us.  What we become is our gift to God." ~Eleanor Powell.

Here is what I worked on in the workshop -



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  1. UnknownOctober 5, 2010 at 6:31 AM

    Yay Re! Great job and your blog is excellent!
    Nicely done!!!

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  2. LynnOctober 5, 2010 at 8:27 PM

    Re, There is also an art to being a friend and I'm so glad God crossed our paths...you're the best. Oh, and the art work is awesome too!

    Lynn

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  3. medicare babeOctober 6, 2010 at 10:04 PM

    Hi Re,
    Where is Vitoria?Did she swim back to the basement?I so enjoyed being with you and Barb and of course Laura this past weekend.Blessings and keep up the wonderful art,Hugs,Mary gayle

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