It’s the purple kind that turns clear when it dries, of course.

 

I first started this blog as a way to keep track of art projects I do in my spare time. Realizing that most of those projects involve ripped up recycling and glue to put it back together, and because I like alliteration, A Girl and Her Glue Stick was born. In the time since, I’ve come to better claim the voice I use when sticking stuff together, but I’m also claiming the voice I use in the pulpit. It’s the same voice, really. Just not everything involves a picture. So, here in this corner of the internet, you’ll find those good ol’ art projects, but also prayers and sermons. And because life would be terribly dull if it all fit into one of two neat categories, there’s “Miscellany” to catch everything else.

But back to the glue stick.


 I believe anyone can be an artist.

Most of the supplies I use could just as easily end up in a recycling bin or a trash can. This is some combination of convenience and necessity — for most of my life I’ve either been a full time student, a full time volunteer, an intern, or some combination of those things. I’m privileged enough to have always been comfortable, but excess amounts of expendable income aren’t always a thing I have available to spend on fancy art supplies. Also, I just genuinely enjoy finding new uses for old things. Cheap art is accessible art, and I think creative expression should be within every person’s reach. Which brings me to the second part. “Art.” I’ve been told I’m an artist, but putting that label on myself has always felt a little weird. I was definitely a band and sometimes theater kid in middle and high school, and I’ve always loved art museums. But really the only “training” I’ve had has been experimenting with various mediums as I go. I did, however, grow up in a family with some pretty skilled DIYers (why go to the store for a picture hanger upper when you can make one out of the tab from a soda can?). The language wonderer in me looked up the definition of art, and found this: “The expression or application of human creative skill and imagination…” Humans are made in the image of God, who created and is still creating. So why shouldn’t we keep expressing that creativity (image-ination, maybe)? That definition goes on to add that the expression is “typically in a visual form,” but how boring would life be if we only ever stuck with “typically?” My art tends to be visual, but maybe yours happens in the kitchen, or with a musical instrument, or pen and paper, or outside in the yard. Maybe your art is sharing love with people who don’t usually get a lot of it. I believe everyone is an artist.

I believe in saying “I don’t know.”

All of the pieces you’ll see on this blog started with some kind of prompt, whether it was was an assignment on a syllabus, a particular Bible verse, a current event, or maybe a random quotation I read somewhere. But you know how, when you plant a seed, you can’t always predict precisely how the growing process will go? This is how a lot of my creative wonderings go. Some pieces only get as far as asking the question. Even when they give me an answer, I know better than to think mine is the only one, or that it’s the last one. I believe in saying “I don’t know.”

I believe in art as conversation.

There’s more explanation to some of these pieces than what you see posted here (especially the seminary projects). But part of the risk, and the fun, of sharing these visuals is that you may interpret the images differently than I do. Want to know more about something in particular? I’m pretty much an open book — just ask. Does something here bring you to your own conclusions or your own questions? I love to hear those too. If I wanted to be the only one with opinions on these projects, I’d just keep them saved on my laptop.