I discovered these little nails on the studio floor before the start of the rehearsal. I bent low to gather the pointy rustic metal pieces throughout the space. Just before someone has asked me how I was feeling? In honesty, I had nothing positive to say--I could have uttered word of gratitude to renounce my misery but instead I exhaled. I thought of Jesus on the cross, as I often do when my strength or will begins to fade and consider his suffering. I am grateful for these gentle reminders that the God I serve is one with my suffering. And more importantly the final result of his suffering was Freedom. Resurrection. Redemption. That gives me hope.
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