Permission to be Ugly

To permit myself to be ugly

is to permit myself to be beautiful

for if I do embrace my

flaws and failures

they will haunt me

in any attempt I make to be perfect and good

There will always that fear that they will see past

the foundation and the makeup

and see me as I really am,

but that is the point:

I want them to see that me

the PJs and cornchips

me

and say, I love you all the same

So I embrace that me

I invite you to do the same

to make a funny face

to embrace my contortions

and in doing that

become even more beautiful

than I ever have been before.

Amen.

Take Me to the Renaissance

Take me to the Renaissance,

not the faire (though I do like a good turkey leg).

Take me waaaaaay back

to when we was all plump

and muscular

and innovative,

dancing

with nymphs,

chilling with Shakespeare,

communing with the greats

as they painted the Saints

Jesus on the cross

and glimpses blood and tumult

and heaven.

o Mighty, Majestic Creator God

We’re all so beautiful

Made from clay and bone

Filled with the warmth of blood

pumping wildly ‘neath

the softest of skin

Our mouths breathe forth the breath

first put into by God,

the laws say nothing is lost

The power and majesty of the First Day

still surrounds us

every day.

LORD, open my eyes so I can see it

see you

see everything

angels, demons, hope life love danger

community need

let me fall to my knees and thank you

for I am in of everything

You touch

o Mighty Majestic Creator

of heaven and earth.

This is My Body: Figure Drawing Session #1

 

The other day, I had the chance to work with Alex Alford at the Colourfield studio in Asheville. Being able to connect with him, to lay everything down and work together to create art: that was a wonderful treat.

And this, perhaps, how art should be created: not by putting on faces, but by tossing our masks aside and being truly ourselves. This is the challenge. May we all, as artists and as people, step up to the plate.