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Emerging, Yet Unfinished

Emerging, yet unfinished

“Emerging,” 2015, graphite pencil drawing by Felecia R. Weber, OntheWingofaDove.com

Emerging, Yet Unfinished…I am emerging, yet still unfinished.  I am realizing more about myself than I ever have in the past.

“Yet you, Lord, are our Father.  We are the clay, you are the potter, we are all the work of your hand.”  Isaiah 64:8

Emerging, Yet Unfinished

I am emerging, evolving, becoming.

I am in a place where I’ve never been before.

I am emerging, coming out of my shell.

I am traveling toward the place where I am meant to reside.

I am emerging, yet still unfinished.

I am realizing more about myself than I ever have in the past.

I am emerging, I am excited about who I will become.

I am not certain what my final picture will look like, but that’s okay.

I am emerging, and for now, that’s all I need to be.

I know that when I am complete…I will be the true me.

Felecia R. Weber 2015, OntheWingofaDove.com

Life never stands still and neither do we.  In fact, we are constantly emerging, evolving, becoming the persons we may never have thought we would be.

Who is it that your life is shaping you into being?

Peace and love,

Felecia

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October

October

“Dancing Days,” photograph of my sister Marjorie and me posing for one of our many dance recitals.

October

I Remember When

October 31, 2014

“There’s a chill in the air, dark evenings come early, leaves fall softly dressed in autumnal hues.  October is here, get out and enjoy it…take in the magnificent views!”  Felecia R. Weber, OntheWingofaDove.com

The month of October brings to mind many “warm and cozy”  memories from my childhood.  The chilly, dark evenings; chimneys puffing out smoke from fireplaces ablaze inside; snuggling up in heavy flannel blankets…all of these images put me in the mood for all of the heartwarming delights this season brings.  One memory in particular, truly brings this feeling home to me…

My sister Marjorie, my cousin Toni and I spent quite a bit of time together when we were kids.  One thing that all three of us enjoyed, was donning our tights and leotards, grabbing our tap and jazz shoes and piling into the car for dance class every Wednesday evening.  Classes normally started in the fall, aligning with the school year, so by the time late September-early October rolled around, the evenings would be dark and chilly when our classes let out.

I always loved the times we spent in the dance studio, learning new dance steps and rehearsing our “routines” for the end-of-year recitals.  Flitting around to the beat of the lively dance tunes all seemed so whimsical to me. No doubt my Dad may have thought we looked like three excited little butterflies as we fluttered out and tumbled into the car when he’d come and pick us up to take us home.

I think I enjoyed our rides home just as much as I did our dance classes. Why? Well the fun wasn’t over yet!  October not only taunts autumnal changes in the air…there are plenty of other delights to enjoy as well!  Many times my Dad would have picked up a jug of apple cider and freshly baked cake donuts as a special treat for us.  I can almost smell it now, the delicious sweetness of the cider and donuts that hovered in the car as we drove home.  With our stomachs growling at the scents, and our mouths giggling and chatting on, there was one more treat in store.  My Dad would turn on the car radio tuning in the mystery-suspense stories from the classic program called “Night Fall”…and our senses were heightened even more! Wooooooo!!!

So tell me, won’t you, what is your favorite childhood memory that happened in the month of October?

Peace and love,

Felecia

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On Eagle’s Wings

on eagle's wings

“Spring,” 2005, graphite pencil drawing by Felecia R. Weber, OntheWingofaDove.com

 

On Eagle’s Wings…it’s all in the waiting; for His timing is perfect and His way is clear…

“But those who wait on the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles, they shall run and not be weary, they shall walk and not faint.”  Isaiah 40:31

On Eagle’s Wings

On eagle’s wings you carry me,

from all that causes me to fear.

Wherever I go, whatever I do;

I know that you are always near.

On eagle’s wings you carry me,

Lord, only you have the power to see,

What the future holds, what I am to do;

teach me your ways; your servant I’ll always be.

On eagle’s wings you carry me,

I will never give up the fight.

Your Word is my strength, your Holy Spirit my guide;

trusting in you; I’ll never be out of your sight.

On eagle’s wings you carry me,

though the journey be varied and long.

I can rise above any trouble I face;

for in your truth I can never go wrong.

Felecia R. Weber, OntheWingofaDove.com

May the peace  of the Lord be always with you,

Felecia

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A Different Point of View

A Different Point of View

“A Different Point of View,” photograph by Lewis Eliacopoulos, Festibrate.com

A Different Point of View…on being an artist’s model.

“One thing that I love about being an artist’s model, is the stillness, the quiet. It is a solitary thing that I experience all my own because for those several minutes that I am in a particular pose, I become that moment in time, that form, that being. I hold onto it and embrace it, the beauty of it, the intensity of it, and I never experience the same thing again.  It’s like taking on a new identity with every pose, something that I’ve created that is my own that can only be interpreted by others…beyond reality, an extension of life itself.” Felecia R. Weber, OntheWingofaDove.com

I’ve always been amazed at how differently the artist’s eye views its subject.  For me, it all starts with a preconceived vision of the image I would like to end up seeing on the paper.  Of course, if I am drawing a flower, I want it to look like a flower, or a dancer, to look like a dancer…but there is more.  I am not always trying to capture an exact likeness of the subject, but I am also trying to convey what I am feeling while drawing it.  To put a part of myself into it, to make it uniquely mine.

When I think about it, I suppose I do the same thing when I am the subject.  Posing for a painting or a sketch, whether it is a two-minute gesture or a 30-minute seated pose, can be as creative as when I am on the other side of the canvas or sketchpad.  Art modeling is not as easy as it may seem, you’d be surprised how much stamina it takes to hold what appears to be even the simplest of poses.  My mind quickly fills with all sorts of thoughts, while I am in a pose…counting out the minutes for shorter poses; wondering if I’ve set my timer properly as I get toward the end of longer ones.  I envision the series of poses that I’ve practiced over and over before hand, making sure that I can move into the next gesture with grace and ease.  Will the next pose be too much like this one?  Is it interesting enough to challenge the artists’ skills?  Hmmm, I wish I’d knelt down on my pillow instead of on the hard wooden floor for this pose!  These are all the sorts of things that whirl through my mind while I am on the platform…but there is another dimension that filters through me that makes art modeling such a unique experience for me.

A Different Point of View

A figure study, painting by Martin Watson

As when I am seated in front of my own drawing board, I also have a vision of what I’d like the pose to look like when the artist interprets it using his chosen medium.  With each pose, I try to exude a certain feeling or mood…the fluidity of an adagio as a brush  strokes the bold, angular lines of an arabesque.  Or the quiet hashes that fill in the dark shades that land on my face in a pencil-sketched portrait.  What I see staring back at me as I peruse the studio during a break, is always fascinating.  You see, not only is there a part of me woven into the works of art before me, but each artist has poured out their own color, their own vibrancy, their own passion into each piece as well.  In essence, what has been created is a new translation of me…a different point of view.

Peace,

Felecia

 

 

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In the Beginning

In the Beginning

“Let There Be Light,” photograph by Felecia R. Weber, OntheWingofaDove.com

In the Beginning…Christmas…creation…really?

“In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.  He was with God in the beginning.  Through him all things were made; without him nothing was made that has been made.  In him was life, and that life was the light of all mankind.  The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.” (John 1:1-5)

I am always amazed at the splendor of God’s creation.  This seems a strange topic to write about during the Christmas season, in the beginning?…creation?…really?  But, oh how relevant it is, and the scripture verse referenced above says it all.

Most often when we think of Jesus Christ at Christmastime, we think of the little baby lying in a manger surrounded by his earthly parents, the angels, the shepherds, the sheep and other animals.  It is interesting that both earthly and heavenly “created beings” were present at His birth.  Who else in the history of mankind was welcomed into the world in such a way? Continue reading

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Enduring

Enduring

“Enduring,” graphite pencil drawing by Felecia R. Weber, OntheWingofaDove.com

Enduring

Goodness, love, mercy,

charity, faith, hope,

these are all the things,

that enable me to cope.

When life is challenging,

when I want to give up,

I think on these things,

and The Lord fills my cup. Continue reading

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There is a time for everything

There is a Time for Everything

“Freedom”, graphite pencil drawing, Felecia R. Weber, OntheWingofaDove.com

“There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens.” (Ecclesiastes 3:1)

There is a time for everything.  I live in the northeast and our summer season is in full bloom.  The flowers in my garden have reached their peak; the grass is spotted with tan colored strands after so many days under the blazing sun.  I’ve even glimpsed some red hues staining the leaves of a few maple trees that dot the canvas of woods along my route to and from work.  These changes throughout this happy, care-free season have made me look forward to all of the things that autumn has in store for us to enjoy. Continue reading

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Life and living…

life and living

“Celebrate Life!,” graphite pencil drawing, Felecia R. Weber, OntheWingofaDove.com

Life and living…

I have done a lot of thinking about life and living it these days. I am the product of a multi-racial heritage. I often think of each member of my extended family as a patch of fabric all sewn together into one big, colorful blanket, That imagery has always brought comfort and warmth to my heart. With all of the racial tension surrounding us in the media recently, I can’t  help, however, to think about how my own ethnicity has impacted my life.  It seems strange to be writing about such a thing because there are so many facets to it.  I could go on  and on about the subtle events that have taken place in my past that bruised rather than lifted me up.  The things that caused me to be disappointed rather than hopeful.  There are also just as many times that I can remember being able to hold my head high, and to be proud of my accomplishments, despite any negativity that may have threatened to get in the way.

“I am living my life to the beat of my own drum and making my own beautiful music along the way.” Felecia R. Weber Continue reading

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