Isaiah 55:8 painting

by tiffanymy creative self, Visual artPosted on No Comments

 

I am very happy about finishing this painting this week. I have been working on it and kept making mistakes, but in art mistakes are simply was of improving a piece of work. Mistakes in art work, brings out depth and character.

I am also happy about completing this piece because I love the verse. It is Isaiah 55:8 and states, “‘My thoughts are not your thoughts neither are your ways my ways’ declares the Lord.” If you know the verse you may also know the verse that follows, which says, “just as the heavens are above the earth my thoughts and ways are above yours.” That is why the verse  written in the skies above the earth.

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Please note: this painting is being sold in an auction on eBay.

Title: Isaiah 55:8

Size: 10 inch by 8 inch

Medium: acrylic painting on canvas

Reason: Isaiah 55:8 was the first verse I memorized and is a piece of scripture that I hold dear to my heart. It reminds you that God knows more about everything than I do and although his ways and thoughts are different from ours, he knows what is good.

My Artist Statement: I, Tiffany Joy, work with acrylic paint, polymer clay and the written  word to spread basic truth and highlight God’s love in hopes that I can someones day and spread the loving gospel of God.

Clear

by tiffanymy creative self, PoetryPosted on No Comments

My heart starts wandering.
My head is never clear.
I turn to find myself,
then turn to find a ring.
I think I have lost you,
yet you whisper ‘I am always near.’

My soul yearns to be with you.
My heart is never clear.
I wish to face your beauty
and know what to do.
Still I know you are never far;
yes you are always near.

Winter fears on a summer day

by tiffanymy creative self, PoetryPosted on No Comments

I worry about winter
When summer is near,
When spring only now
Is fading into a sweet memory.
Yes, I fear the cold frigid storms
When the Sun shines bright
Warming the already hot air.
I worry and fear
But I convice myself not tonight.
For the night must be for dreams,
dream that could turn into reality.
Oh,  how I want to force
my reality into my dreams,
Push my hopes into a cage
Or wish my life far far away.
Yet, there must be a different way
A new path, a strange way.
A road away from the fears
Of freezing on the road
Of needing to stop because of the cold.
How can I force summer to stay?
Is there a way
To stop seasons from changing
to stop life from living?
No, I suppose there is no way
Of stopping the world from turning and life from living,
But reality does not need to stay
And the life lived can be what dreams make.