Hi! It was 11.11.11 and we painted at 11:11 p.m.. You’ve got to appreciate that, yes? Please appreciate that with me. Someone’s got to. Smiling.
We went on the dock on Mamma Mia’s abode on Johns Island, S.C. 29455. I invited Melanie Spinks and Nathan Pollard over for a little painting. Nathan wanted to stargaze. Not many stars are out during a just-past-full-moon evening. Just saying.
The dock is long, I mean imagine a very long narrow dock. To get to the dock, you must move through forest. It was a venture at night. We had three flashlights, but I kept insisting that if they just turned the things off, our eyes would adjust to the moonlight. Not sure if they didn’t beleive me, if I am wrong, or if they just enjoyed blinding me when I turned around to see how they were going.
We sat down at the end of the pier and arranged the brushes, paints, fabric, etc.
Nathan thought a while. He thinks. So does Melanie. They both make fun of me because I do in the thinking. I do to think. They think, then mull, then process, then edit, then do accordingly. This may allow for fewer mistakes. To them, the act comes post thought. To me, the thinking comes during act: This makes for a pretty raw interaction and the growing with. I wonder if they are more mature. I don’t plan on changing. But they are fascinating to me. The mull.
Really beautiful conversations about the gigantic things in Life along with lots of laughter and oh no please fix the part of the painting I just thoroughly messed up, pretty please.
Nathan has been in my Life for about fourteen years. He went alongside me back to Montserrat for the first time in my adult Life. He makes fun of a lot of things I did on that trip to this day, and doesn’t mind telling strangers how ridiculous I am. Nathan, in short, is one of the most caring and honourable men I know.
Melanie brought tape and precision tools to add to the bag of paints. We used the tape. But precision wasn’t in the making for this one. So fun to paint with Melanie again. She is extremely gifted and has one the most powerful testimonies of God’s Love I have ever heard. She shared some of it with Nathan that night, which I admired.
It was the second painting with a bird in it (see the post with Melanie HERE). Similar bird too. Yes, both with Melanie. But Nathan painted this one, whereas for the other one, Melanie painted it. Of course, no prompting or talking about what we were going to do, which Nathan felt was not productive. This ‘rule’ (Melanie likes to say I break rules and give them according to my mood), reminded Nathan of some fun stories to share. This was great fruit. Then, Nathan decided to paint my hand and around my hand. It was freezing cold and the blanket we brought out had ice on it before we left. My fingers felt like they were going to break off if you simply flicked them. We got back and stuck our hands in the oven. Thawed out. The last stroke was made by Melanie.
It was a fun little to do on a special day.