Recent Spiritual Autobiography Art!

Buttons and Peacock Feathers, 2016

323 Buena Vista Road Mixed Media Series:

My dad just passed away. We've had 3 grandparents die in a little over a year. My childhood home is falling apart. It's beyond a "Handyman's Special." I make art to capture the beauty of the past: the way I remember my home during the Glory Days. The house will sell soon. A stranger will buy it. I won't be able to go back there anymore. A least I will have my paintings so I can remember. I totally get why my father used the phrase "The Good Old Days." I wonder if Heaven is a place where you can turn back the clock. If it is, I'm going back home to visit so I can enjoy the glory restored.

Transformed, Age 49

60 Years, Age 49

Banister, Age 49

Pink Lamp and Poppies, Age 47

Big Belly Vase, Age 47

Oriental Vase, Age 47

Hawaiian Flowers, Age 47

Orange Vase, Age 47

Sunflowers With No Pot, Age 47

Fancy Chair, Age 47

Spiritual Autobiography Art!

One way to share your spiritual autobiography is through art. Creativity is an excellent venue for sharing your spiritual memoir. Your spiritual story can be told on a piece of paper with words or on a canvas with paints. Consider using writing and art to tell even more about your story. Learn more about spiritual autobiography art by checking out the paintings below, visiting Alisa's blog or reading the captions below Alisa's paintings. Checking out these resources will give you ideas about how you can use art to tell your story.

Here you will find recent spiritual memoir art made by Alisa E. Clark. Visit Alisa's blog to learn more about her spiritual autobiography art at http://www.journeyoncanvas.com/dnn/Resources/Blog.aspx

Visit the homepage of Journey on Canvas to learn more about spiritual autobiography and how to keep a spiritual journal: http://www.journeyoncanvas.com/dnn/Home.aspx

Transition Collage:

I am trying to overcome my frustration with realism. I hate the fact that people don't like my art because it doesn't look real. I've actually deconstructed a bunch of my old paintings: cut them apart and reassembled them. It's called my 323 Buena Vista Road Collage Series. I'm trying to capture the beauty of my childhood home thru collage, pattern and abstraction. I use the bits and pieces of old paintings and collages that have dissatisfied me to make the series. I hacked at my art with a razor blade: sliced it into chunks and used the parts to make something new. I wasn't pleased with the results back then when I was 45, but something exciting happened when I was 47. My 323 Buena Vista Road Mixed Media Series pulls it all together. My ability to use some realism, in combination with collage and abstraction, is artistic maturity. I realize that other people may not get it that this is artistic maturity, but I know it is. I have taken my past work and integrated it with my present. I know what I am making is good. Who cares if you think it's no good because it doesn't look "real." My Transition Collage is the spark that ignites this new direction for me. I am pleased.

Transition Collage, Age 45

Home and Back Series:

Road to Heaven Painting

Road Home, Age 44

The drive to New York from Michigan is long. The road reaches out in front of me with no end in sight. When I leave my home and drive towards New York, I have to prepare myself for the differences. My dad will limp a little more and my mom will remember a little bit less. While the differences are slight to those who see them regularly, they are more profound to me. I pick up where I last left off with them, but time has moved things around. My mom and dad aren’t the same. Time has aged them and I don’t like it. I don’t know the future any more than my parents do and I hate that. All I know is God’s promise to bring them back home to Him. In spite of how impossibly hopeless the situation seems, God has them on the road back home.

People Going to Heaven Art

Goodbye Road, Age 44

The drive home from New York is so sad. I have a lump in my throat the whole time. I move away from my parents and my family with no promise that things will be the same when I return. In fact, as I drive away I have to face the truth that this may have been the last time. I have to face the truth that I might not see my mom and dad again.

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