Mother as Curator: On Seeing God in Art and in the Artist

I haven’t written here about my time at BlissDom Conference, how I roomed with and next to the besties I only get to see once a year. If you’re not a blogger, I know you think this is weird. Go on ahead.

Arianne, Sara Sophia, and I can break it down. Then add a little Abby sauce to it? You’ve got friendship magic. And yes, “break it down” means to dance. And it also means to cut straight to the I Love Yous and the Yes You Cans and the those pants don’t work on yous.

My heart gets suffocate-y to think of not laying eyes on them again for a long time, so we text and call and Skype as best we can. Thankfully, I get to have my bloggy friend Emily all the time, because she’s moved to Fayetteville. We flew to BlissDom together, and I’m not sure I’ve laughed that hard ever. One minute our eyes well up with tears in intense conversation, and the next minute I can’t breathe because I’m laughing so hard. Good medicine, I tell you!

When I’m with my blogger friends, I feel like I let my real me out. I wish I lived that way all the time, free and peaked out on goofy. I’m not sure I’ve ever expressed here how well I do goofy either. It’s one of my special talents.

Immediately when I met Selena of Le Petit Reve, I knew that I could delve deep, and I knew that I could express myself in utter goofiness and as an artist. I already knew I could be that way with Amy Turn Sharp, too. Both of those girls, who roomed next to me, too, were like us, lovers of spirit, art, and a party. They carried on together from room to room, wore flowers in their hair and red on their lips.

Selena got to tell me about her people, the Anishinabek, her identity, the elders, how they name their children, how some write songs by reading the skyline. Her art is organic, highest quality. My Titus sucks on the ears of the fox she made, and she knew he would. The wood that hangs her mobiles has drifted in native waters. Her artistic gut is precise and studied, but also part of it came with her when she was born. Some people reflect creator on contact. To talk to Selena is to know that we were made in God’s image.

Amy is that way, too, blue eyes and voluminous voice, lips. I heard her tell people over and over not to sell themselves short. She can look at a life and get a vision. She’s a dream-caster and sizes people up in a second. Her business sense is keen, and what she and her husband have made together – babies, toys, and love – it is the kind of good you want to pass down to your children. Her handmade wooden toys for wee ones, her Little Alouette, it’s all so simple good, art. Titus’ teeth are pecking even now between thin gums and a tiny wooden guitar.

At one point on my trip, I experience some rejection, and it was okay, but in the moment it hurt me deeply. Selena and Amy had no clue, but directly after it happened, seconds after, they came up to me, up close to my face.

Amy put her arms around me and squeezed into my neck, and she looked at my eyes and told me she loved me. Something about the moment was so tender, so we got all mushy and cried, and Selena grabbed my arm, and we all three called ourselves broken. All artists are. We looked at each other in the way that said not irreparable.

We identified with each other, in different places in faith, from different states and countries. Same maker. Same need for healing touches and friendship. Especially after rejection, if was one of the most beautiful moments I’ve ever had.

When it comes to being a woman, a mother, curators of art as we are, it is paramount to see God everywhere as He is, especially in other people and their art.  I look at these little toys, the wooden guitar and the fox, and they are not my idols. But they are most special to me, and I’ll never give them away. I’d turn my car around and go back for them.

In 2073 my great great grandchildren will open a box, and they’ll know in the pit of their stomachs that even toys tell stories. The art we make and the art we love, there are glints of gospel even there.


Please visit their gorgeous shops. Indeed, I wish you could feel the smooth and the soft through the screen!

Le Petit Reve


Little Alouette

About me


amy turn sharp
Reply March 28, 2012

I am so honored. xo love to you. buckets + buckets.

Reply March 28, 2012

You know, I experienced a form of rejection not too long ago and you know who I turned to ? Blog loves. That I have never met. Their word and photo art is very real to me. And kindred. Soul kindred .

This was beautiful in so many ways.

Addie Zierman
Reply March 28, 2012

Something so wonderful about being with blogging friends in real life. These friendships created and sustained in this bubble of The Internet collide with reality in such a strong and wonderful way. (I just had lunch for the first time with my blogging friend Kim Vanbrunt over at Honestly: Adoption today, and it was pure bliss.)

Patricia @ Pollywog Creek
Reply March 28, 2012

You are so beautiful, Amber. I've had blogger friends fly across thousands of miles, meet me at the airport and sleep in my home...and only other blogger friends would understand how we could have become such dear friends.

diana trautwein
Reply March 29, 2012

Yeah and amen, sister. Thanks for this beauty - words and photos. And that last shot? Pure bliss. Sigh.

Emily @ The Pilot's Wife
Reply March 29, 2012

I think we may have been the most annoying airplane passengers EVAH, but I cherish all that hysterical laughter. Laughing is my love language I think.

Reply March 29, 2012

You will have to go to get them appraised. Try an Antique dealer or a fine arts dealer. Then you will be able to price them accordingly. You could sell them to a gallery, on ebay, or to a private buyer or dealer.

Reply March 30, 2012

You truly love your little prince, Uh! I feel that you bring all of your stuff to him to bring all the good things, your such a great mother...

Lisa Mulner
Reply April 1, 2012

It is really nice to see some of the personalities that we meet online in real life. I know I have had the opportunity to do it a few times and for the most part, those experiences were very memorable.

Hailey Walker
Reply April 1, 2012

Friendship is something you can't trade to anything. True friends are priceless and I'm happy that you have yours. From blogging friends to real life friends? What more can you ask for? Stay happy. :)

Reply April 10, 2012

You know, this is so beautiful and warms my heart so much that I keep coming back to read it. LOVE and honour lady, big-time. xo

Reply April 11, 2012

Relationship is about dealing and understanding each other in different ways, there's a lot of unexpected things and we are not holding the things to be happen in the future, let's rock on the rock and mingle in other ways...

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