Instagram has helped subside the boredom a little over the past week. It’s been awhile since I have been this sick. Motherhood has built up an impressive immune system in my body, and in recent years, I don’t typically catch what the kids bring home. But this wretched chest cold attacked no one but me, and I’ve been permanently attached to the sofa for a week…and I’m about to go insane!
I have watched Quang Ho’s entire painting series though, which I must admit, I didn’t hate. This man is brilliant, and something about his style and personality, I really love. He’s a philosopher/painter, and his theory on creating art is tightly woven into one’s ability to remove the obstacle of fear from the equation. Good art he claims, is expressed when the person removes their ego from the art form, and fearlessly creates. He says we will experience and create higher level art, when we are free from those blocks. I happen to agree with him, and I think we will find this is also where higher level living happens as well. If we view our lives as a painting, I think our canvas’ will end up more beautiful if we got rid of fear and ego there as well. I don’t think his idea holds true for painting alone. I have been teaching my Moses study on Sunday mornings these past few weeks, and I’m watching how God is shining new light from a different angle on this study. This idea of fear and lack of belief is what keeps rising to the surface, and I suppose that is why I found Ho’s perspective so interesting. And then there are these chicken eggs we are hatching. I called my local cooperative extension to see if they had an embryology group that allowed children to care for and hatch chickens. Turns out they do, and it’s free, and they give you tons of literature and curriculum materials, and you bring home 30 chicken eggs and an incubator. Pure awesomeness. Every three days you “candle” the eggs (aka, go in a dark room with a little flashlight) and you can see everything happening on the inside. I am more excited than my kids and we are charting this whole process. So the new dilemma is how to break it to Kev that I intend on keeping all these chickens in my backyard. I thought I had picked a chicken coop, it was this one of course. Of course.
But then I saw this one. Is that a chandelier hanging overhead? Ummmmm….I change my mind, definatley this one. And I’m moving out there as well. Caroline says she is too, if we can put a pink pig out there with us. Why not. Pink pigs, chickens, and chandeliers. Let’s do it.If you would like to follow us on Instagram, you can go over to the right hand side of this blog page to get connected.