Art is everything.
I’ve always been drawn to the creators of the world. The people who can see something I can’t. The way they can mold and create and envision and write and sing and touch souls. It’s incredible.
In high school art class, we were tasked to carve a 3-D creation. If I remember correctly, mine was a gorilla face [shrugs shoulders, I don’t know…] carved out of clay or something? Mine was horrible. I just couldn’t make the leap from what I saw to what I could create.
My art teacher, Mr. Luce, said gently, “Eh, Kylee. Some people have other skills. Maybe this isn’t yours…”
He was right.
But man, it was high school and I could throw down some stellar magazine collages, CD-cover art and cutesy fonts decorated with dots and circles.
In college I took a ceramics course and I KID YOU NOT, the professor told me, “You have no artistic ability.”
He actually uttered those five words.
Even though that gentleman’s words were rude (and unprofessional)… and potentially true, I’ve continued to be drawn to those among us who make. (Don’t feel for me and the college ceramic thing. I know I’m creative. Just perhaps not with ceramics. All is fine.)
My mom was a maker.
My husband, a glass blower and ceramicist.
The people who create… they’re what the world needs more of.
They’re the glue.
I admire them.
Back in May and June I took a an online course offered by Enjoying the Small Things blogger and author, Kelle Hampton. While I was in the group, I somehow came across the instagram account of Sevy Marie. (@SevyMarieArt – follow it. You won’t be sorry.)
Sevy, a 15-year-old girl from Texas by way of Bulgaria, is an artist.
She creates vivid, vibrant, textured pieces that immediately moved me.
And, so did her story.
She spent the first 12 years of her life in Bulgarian institutions before coming home to her forever family in 2016, joining 3 siblings and two incredible parents.
The hurt, the trauma, yet that smile. Those eyes.
Her parents noticed her interest in drawing… and they ran with it. She first began with intricate sketches. Then, they supplied her with a canvas and some paints. What they saw her create was incredible.
Sevy is especially remarkable because she was born with an extra chromosome and she’s nonverbal. Through painting, through creating, her mom, writer and legit ninja warrior, Lisa Eicher says, “…we watched her paint and create, [and] we really saw her start to open up and truly come alive.”
Today, Sevy is an internationally-collected artist who sells out shows in MINUTES. (Minutes, you guys.)
After learning about Sevy, I immediately told Craig about her. “You’ve got to follow this little girl.”
Then a bit later, 10 days before our 15-year-anniversary, he had noticed a painting that Sevy had recently created called, “The Flying Pretzel.” He reached out to Sevy’s Mom and casually asked me, “What would you think about a painting for our anniversary this year?”
…as fate would have it, “The Flying Pretzel” is now hanging in our home.
Beloved by all of us.
I see joy.
I see delight.
This remarkable piece that Sevy’s hands have touched has brought us joy, and opened the dialogue with our kiddos and anyone who visits ours home.
It would appear that one doesn’t require a traditional voice to communicate from their soul.
Cheers to the makers, to the artists and the believers and to those who love and support them.
There is room at the table for everyone.
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