Today our church held a craft show featuring some of the member’s art work. There were quilts, wood turnings, a chair, ceramics, and even a couple of paintings. There was some great stuff there. It was a wonderful show of creativity.
I did take a few pieces to the show. I almost didn’t. It was yesterday morning that I realized that I only have “works in progress” in my shop. Finished pieces are generally given away as soon as they are completed so I don’t have a lot of my own finished work about. Then with my little accident last week I wasn’t able to get into the shop to finish the pieces I had hoped. Plus, with the remodeling in the house the two or three finished pieces I’ve kept for myself are in storage and not accessible at the moment.
Now Heather did plan a little better than me and even though she was out-of-town today, she left behind three of her recent, completed paintings for me to take down and show.
Me, well, I felt kind of embarrassed standing in my shop looking at bits and pieces of things. Sometimes it’s just better to admit defeat and make the best of it, so I printed out two little information signs for our table. One boldly declared, “Paintings by Heather” and the other timidly, “Andrew a work in progress.”
I did bring along a few pieces in various status of incompleteness plus a small selection of hand tools so I could talk about how I make things. Turns out that there a number of people do follow my postings there and I a few asked, “Is this the cross you posted pictures of?” I had a number of pleasant conversations with people and received more than a few generous comments about my pieces (oddly enough there were some folks who actually liked it). Still, I wish I had something complete to show.
It does seem like a theme in my life though – “I am working on it.”
Years ago I knew a person who had this bumper sticker, “Be patient with me, God isn’t finished with me yet.”
A work in progress.
That’s where I am today, feeling incomplete. My dear wife, friend, and love is traveling and I am alone. My house is under construction, my shop filled with half started projects and I can’t figure out how to end this post.
A million begins for a post came to mind – projects I want to start, updates on the house, stories I could tell, history I could explore and knowledge I could share.
but endings and conclusions evade my thoughts.
Let’s just leave today as, “a work in progress.”
Till next week,