It’s In the Name

It’s a tad daunting to be actually making a commitment to consistently write. But I love writing and hopefully you will enjoy reading it. 

Here is a piece of my story. Let’s start with the name…a name is important to me…what it means…how it sounds…and it’s uniqueness. I have always attempted to name my 7 children with this in mind. Although a few of them at the time I thought were unique…it wasn’t long before it seemed EVERYONE used that name. Ariana, Jordan , Jesse, Joanna, Isaac, Asher and Kaeden. I am sure you are quite familiar with a few of those.

With much thought I chose Pieces of My Art. I had hoped no one had thought of it yet, but I was not the first. Oh well…I would make it known above all others! As a creative…my head…my heart is full of ideas…thoughts…plans…desires…PIECES…that’s what it was…many pieces, like a puzzle. They would all fit together. Not knowing how…or when…I just knew God had a plan, even if I didn’t understand it. And then…MY ART…of course it sounds like my heart…so appropriately this was the name.  Art fills my heart. 

In August of 2011, Pieces of My Art became mine, a gift from my Heavenly Father. I have held his hand as he filled my heart with confidence and ideas.

This dream actually begin back in 2006 when I was recently divorced and had no career path…nor college. I was a wife, mom and worked with my ex-husband at his printing company. Now scrambling to support my 6 children and be home when they were, I took a job as a para-professional in our home town. There was one student that I took to the art room for classes. Growing up as an art lover…it’s a smell I will never for get. A mixture of tempera paints and crayons…maybe a little glue! I realized then, that I wanted to teach art…have my own classroom.  

Here’s a newsletter from my 3rd grade class. I guess I knew then, what I was destined to be!  

I enrolled in college at age 41, I was thrilled! One class was all that I could do at the time. I took English, definitely better than math! It was a creative writing class. I found out I was pretty good at writing and actually enjoyed it. The problem was, with working…which was NOT paying the bills, let alone my house payment, and having such a large family…college was not going to work for me. I felt it would have taken me 10 years to get through school…and I had no desire to start a teaching career at 50. So that was it for my BIG days at college!

Over the next few years, I married Kevin…he had one son and we had one together…so we became a family of eight. WOW! For those of you who have met my husband…he is a true gift! I am so thankful for his love and commitment to me and our kids! 

During this time I did some child care. Love kids…but watching someone else’s everyday was not something I grew up dreaming about. Through a series of events…a book…and some paintings in a restaurant, God began stirring in my heart to teach art to kids in my basement. I was scared would be an understatement! I thought I was cheating because I was not a real teacher. I thought I was cheating because I was following someone else’s teaching style. I felt like a fake…and was terrified of being found out!

If it wasn’t for God in my life, and the way he had already been teaching me to trust him. I would have never stepped out and started. I had learned life is risky…but the BEST things in life take courage…love, hope, trust…need I go on? I knew without a doubt God loved me and put the desires in my heart…so I did it!

With no money to really start…I made flyers, dropped them off at the checkout line at the grocery store. I was soon teaching art classes to kids ages 4 years and up. I had a couple classes a week and I was bringing in a little extra money. I was able to pay for my supplies as people signed up and paid a monthly tuition. Each week I would come up with lessons…always trying to be completely unique to any thing my kids would do at school. Thank the Lord for Pinterest….already evidence of God’s good timing! 

I had a wonderful 2 years of teaching kids art in my basement. I even had a group of about 25 homeschooled kids I would go and teach…just like a real teacher. I would have two art shows a year to display the kids artwork. Along with some summer art camps, my little art business began to grow.  As different people came into my life…new paths were discovered and the fall of 2013, I had my very first wine and paint class!

Since then, I have taught in coffee shops, bars, restaurants, homes, garages, schools, churches, hair salons, green houses, farms, vineyards, assisted living and memory care facilities, stores….and as of June 2019…I have this beautiful space at my home. My very own studio, that my husband, Kevin built for me!

I hope you get hope from following this journey. God does care about your heart…your desires…your ideas…He put them there. As each day unfolds, know it’s safe to hold His hand. He longs to take you on a grand adventure…because he loves YOU! 

With much love and paint,

Pieces of My Art Studio Opens

From a one stall horse barn to an art studio…

Being a creative, I am always dreaming. Many nights I lay awake and dream up things I would love to do. Places to see…spaces to create…then comes morning, and I am grabbing my cup of coffee and my Bible for a slow and easy awakening. I am much more organized in my head. In reality, often I am busy keeping my family functioning and my household maintaining. A struggle to leave enough time in my day to work on my dreams… “those are for another day” and I continue to hold onto that hope!

We found this jewel three years ago, tucked into a corner completely hidden by trees…lots of trees…overgrown with years of neglect. Kind of like our hearts…don’t neglect yours! So many projects to do here, my husband Kevin and I just began…one area at a time. We have still quite a lot to do…but the difference is amazing already. We have uncovered so much beauty…your heart has much beauty to be uncovered.

Out behind the house was a barn…or a stable, I guess. No doubt years ago a horse happily ate from a bag of oats in the one stall and the black snakes contentedly kept the rodents away. The snakes still lived here when we arrived.

When you dream about something long enough and put actions to your dreams, they start coming to life. For me, it was teaching art…painting…anything creative…to anyone who has a passion for the same. So 8 years ago, I did just that, but I’ll put that in another story. Kevin soon caught onto my vision. It began stirring in him and a year ago, he got to work making my bigger dream a reality.

Piece by piece the stable came down…rotted wood…old rusty tools…some bones(not human!)…snake skins…and lots of horrific smells. I was kinda sad to see it go…I had managed to fit it in my dream…so now I needed to update my ideas.

On May 31st of 2019, I celebrated the grand opening of my brand new beautiful art studio…all built with love from my husband. We had no idea what it would look like when we were finished. But I can tell you it’s grander then we ever imagined! Kevin took the most beautiful pieces of the old barn and built them into this new space. It wasn’t all stars and butterflies…there were times of tears and doubt. We made it through and as I sit here at my desk…I am thankful for a faithful God who blessed me with so many precious gifts. God wants to do this in your hearts too!