From Photos to Abstract Art

~ Sandi Staton

Between renovating the house and trying to stay calm, I create. It makes me happy. It makes me feel alive. It keeps me from going stark raving mad! 

Confusion
Serenity
Flowers on the deck 1
Flowers on the deck 2
Proud Rooster
Great-granddaughter, Abigail
Abigail playing in a puddle
Abigail playing outdoors
Abigail having fun
Silly face
Pepper, our Dachshund Lab mix
Phinehas, our youngest great-grandchild
Phinehas
Gideon, Abigail, and Phinehas
Phinehas and great-grandpa
Phinehas with a roll of toilet paper
Phinehas celebrating his first birthday
Phinehas with his dad, Brandon
Bella, our greyhound mix

 

 

Published by Sandi Staton

So, I'm sitting here trying to figure out how to describe myself to you, and these are the words jumping up and down in my heart: I'm just a simple human being living in a complicated, messed-up world. I speak my mind. I love hard. My feelings run deep. When push comes to shove, I stand my ground. Sometimes I push back. Sometimes I walk away. I've surfed the crashing waves of life that threatened to destroy me only to make me stronger. I bear the scars of emotional rape, sadness, and depression. I've walked the golden streets of churches and religion only to be disappointed time and time again. And as a result, it's taken me seventy-five years to get where I'm sitting today; a sinner saved by grace through the blood of Jesus Christ. I fell at the cross. I repented of my sins, and Jesus saved and washed me clean. I still fall flat on my face. I still get dirty as a pig in a mudhole. And Jesus still picks me up, dries my tears, forgives me again and again, and continues walking close beside me. No one has ever loved me like that. And no one ever will.