One side of the art show |
If
the above title is causing confusion, I’ll try to clear it up. “Ant Farm” is a
non-profit organization in my hometown that functions as a café, bakery,
tutoring and activity center, providing education, recreation, and volunteering
and job opportunities for young people and others in the community. And no,
there aren’t any real ants there—I hope. I’ve been volunteering at Ant Farm for
the past five months, helping teach free art classes for kids. Last Friday, Ant
Farm put on its first annual “Bird” event, featuring a juried art show open to
artists of all ages, live birds from the Audubon Society, birdhouse building,
and bird coloring pages.
Great horned owl |
Peregrine falcon |
I
ended up putting art in the show the same way I usually do: with a loving push
from a friend. A generous push, at that, since she paid my entry fee. I’m glad
I got in, because I enjoyed the challenge of working on the provided 8” x 8”
boards everyone used. It was a small show, but we were very fortunate to have
it juried by Claudia Nice, one of the only—and yes, nicest—world-renowned
artists I’ve gotten to meet.
I
was pleasantly surprised to win first place and be tied for third in the adult
category, and a bit shocked to win People’s Choice (though that may have been
helped by my sister and at least one of my little students voting for me).
"Ravenwood" (acrylic)--First Place, adult category |
"Owl Tower" (acrylic)--Tied for Third Place, adult category, and winner of People's Choice |
It
was a warm and shining moment, if a little surreal. It was almost puzzling to
me that people would give me credit for the art I was gifted with. I felt an
urge to point upward, like so many athletes do. I didn’t, I’m sorry to say,
because I know that gesture can be viewed as laughable. But oh, for those
who’ve felt the mysterious power of inspiration, and know what they’ve done
didn’t come from them, such a gesture can truly come from the heart.
Me with my dad and grandma, two of my biggest supporters in the arts |
To
God be the glory.
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