Merriam-Webster dictionary defines ‘rapture’ as “an expression or manifestation of ecstasy or passion; a mystical experience in which the spirit is exalted to a knowledge of divine things”. This definition truly resonates in my heart and spirit. For when I am creating in the studio I am completely swept away into another realm that defies explanation. My dear friend and mentor, Makoto Fujimura, describes it well in this testimonial about my work…
“Julie Quinn’s paintings flow right out of Edenic rivers of Pishon and flows right into the cultural estuary of the cities of art. They speak a visual language that contemporary art reaches for an yet cannot find, a pure source of expression hidden beneath the rubbles of cynicism and shock art. They are phenomenological prayers, given to those whose eyes have been humbled and broken by the “Ground Zero” realities of our lives.
What makes her works remarkable is in their ability to transcend the barriers of esoteric language of abstraction, into a vernacular of ordinary experiences. They are like good tulip bulbs, hidden deep within a fertile soil, awaiting for the warmth, ready to burst into the ground beneath to take root, and then break free toward the spring sun. These paintings are pregnant, about to give birth in our imaginations and in our prayers toward a greater Reality waiting for us.
We can only anticipate them, gaze beyond them, and listen to the paintings.”
~ Makoto Fujimura
My hope is that by engaging with this work, your soul will experience an exalted state…a place of passion…a divine encounter…
be blessed my friends…
My word for this year is ‘faithful’. It holds many levels of meaning for me. With each daybreak, I am reminded daily of God’s faithfulness to me. And I am striving this year to be faithful in every way. I know that I am His by grace, not works…but it is out of a spirit of gratitude for all He has done for me that I yearn to worship Him in all that I think and do…
In Luke 2 we read the Christmas story. Christ is born! And shepherds are roused by angels telling them the good news. They hurry to Bethlehem to see the baby Jesus and spread the word to all who would listen. All who heard were amazed the scripture tells us, at what the shepherds said to them. But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart. I think about Mary here…pondering, contemplating..and wonder what was she thinking about? Could she know the greatness of what had transpired? Could she truly understand the miracle of this birth and all it was to come to represent? Could she possibly know how this child’s life and death were going to save the world? I am trying to take time this season….take time out of all the hustle and bustle, and the to-do lists, to ponder…to contemplate….this story once again. To try to fully comprehend the vastness of the story. To relish the gift. To contemplate His Love for me…for all of us.
The darkness has been long…and deep…but once again I feel it lift, if only a little…and find my spirit able to dance…yes, once again….dance.
And if God cares so wonderfully for flowers that are here today and gone tomorrow, he will certainly care for you. Why do you have so little faith?
Rest in His love and care for you today…let the beauty of a flower be a reminder of His faithfulness to you….
God’s reveals Himself in many ways. I was thrilled to find my crocuses breaking through the cold ground and blooming today. It felt the same as when I find God revealing Himself in my studio as I paint. Sometimes when I least expect it, He shows up in the most beautiful and powerful ways. Praise Him for new mercies every morning and love everlasting….and new life and revelations everywhere we look….