I realized that I was an artist when I tried to switch my major to Psychology and counseling. I had so much pent up creative energy that I took up crocheting. I made hats and scarves for everyone in my family, which is funny because they didn’t really need them, being in California. There is something inside of me that longs to create and beautify everything around me. I cant ignore it. It is who God made me to be.
I have always thought of artists as eclectic and weird, with dyed hair and tattoos and some mystical aura, all of which were too much for my conservative upbringing to bear. But now, as I walk down the street of my little town in Elk Horn, Iowa, covered in paint splatters, with my newly dyed burgundy hair, I am ready to say, “Yeah, that's me, I’m a little weird, I am an artist! I see things differently, and I am excited to show you what I see!”
So, now, at 41, I am going to own it fully and become an honest to goodness artist! I have started painting again, and allowing the Holy Spirit to be my “client” and inspire me with what to paint! I have created my own studio space (in the frigid basement, but ya gotta start somewhere) and I am going to put myself out there and start showing my work!
So I am inviting you, my friends online, to come along on a journey with me into becoming the artist God has made me to be!
-Deborah King (kingdom artist extraordinaire!)