This has been a rejuvenating project to create art every day of Lent. I’ve learned a lot about myself. I realized how afraid I am of imperfections. I found extreme joy in the sheer process of creating something that didn’t involve paragraphs and word counts. I discovered how much I enjoy painting. I saw that just like a novelist needs practice before complexity comes, so an artist needs discipline before she sheds simple metaphors. But mostly I found kinship with my creative Creator who sacrificed for me and now lives so vibrantly today that I can taste His presence.
In an era where I’m bewildered and discouraged, this has been a delightful discipline.