Couch Potato Art

Hello Friends,

Recently I had to spend the better of a week on the couch due to a strained back, as well as ongoing chronic pain. Luckily I had my sketch journal, some pencils and pencil crayons handy to help me keep my sanity. Too much TV makes my brain feel like my body would if I ate nothing but chips & candy all day.

I started by drawing some sharp angles, which became a window. Lots of scribbles also helped to express my pain. I started to draw curtains on the window, but just felt like making it into hair. I drew the face behind the window pane because I felt like a person watching life pass by without being able to participate in it. The poem developed out of that. I used the phrase "window pain" instead of 'pane' as a play on those like-sounding words. The red balloon is a childhood analogy of when I was little and my brother popped my big red balloon.

Here you go. The first verse is at the top.

In case it's hard to read, here is the poem on its own.

RED BALLOON

Teresa Arsenault 2014

I’m gazing through my window pain

At dreams and plans and tasks

My life is like a red balloon

That slips out of my grasp

Its dangling string floats up so high

It’s far out of my reach

But Father is so very tall

He catches it with ease.

He sets the string into my hand

And smiles my tears away

Remember now my little one

The price I paid that day

He points up to a lonely hill

Where Saviour bled and died

It was for you, my precious lamb

That heaven cried and cried

Abundant life was bought that day

Strength and healing too

Hold tight my lamb and don’t let go

My promise is for you

Thank you for visiting my blog today. If you are one who suffers with pain of any kind my heart goes out to you. More importantly, God's heart weeps for you. I hope you will let him help you, either to heal you or to hold you through the pain. God bless you, dear one.

Hugs & smiles,

Teresa 

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