Seeing four RV’s parked along my walking route one recent Sunday afternoon stirred up a memory.
It was 1980, a tumultuous year when it seemed that everything in my life got turned upside-down. After twenty years in the pastoral ministry, a number of problems overwhelmed me to the point that I needed a change of pace. I stepped away for a year–pursuing a lifelong passion for artistic creativity. I became a traveling artist.
It seemed almost a natural move. For some time I had been exhibiting my paintings and ink drawings in the communities where I was sent to serve churches. I had won a few awards, which encouraged me to continue developing my talent. I had mentored under a nautical artist, and one year took a community college course in color design.
Pursuing art full-time, I began exhibiting at community art shows and shopping malls over a much wider area–Virginia…
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