Several years ago, I was part of an artist group that brought about an artist tour, and we called it The Wave (Artists Studio Tour). We were artists living in the Interlake area by Lake Winnipeg. We opened up our homes or cottages and made them into art galleries. I made part of our house into a gallery, and called it Creative Focus Gallery. In the first year of The Wave, Bev came to my gallery. She looked around at my art work, and introduced herself. Then she told me that she had a gallery in the city, and asked me if I’d like to be one of her artists? Well, of course I said yes! Who wouldn’t?
And so, she gave me (and many
other relatively unknown artists) exposure to a much larger audience in the
city, and in a part of the city close to downtown, in the historical French
district, St. Boniface. My work has been
displayed there and sold there for nearly twenty years, and it never cost me a
dime. Bev simply took some commission to
help pay a few bills. This week I went
to the gallery and picked up what was left of my artworks. I can’t tell you the flood of memories I had,
and the deep sadness that filled my heart that day.
I thought
about the one show I had there, and the artist receptions she had for each
artist lucky enough to have a show (and for the duration of 3 weeks I believe). I was invited to bring in my work whenever I
wanted and as often as I wished. Bev herself
was a fabric artist. I just looked at
how she pieced together a coherent and interesting unique piece, and marveled
at her talent.
But Bev did
much more than give us struggling artists a place to show and sell our work,
she provided a place of community and a social life. We were welcome to come and visit her
anytime. Me and my husband considered
her and her husband Robert very good friends.
She had get-togethers called Creative Coffeebreak. Artists would come and discuss art. Sometimes it would get pretty philosophical,
but always inspirational and thought-provoking.
She always had something to eat and coffee or tea available. One time, I met one of Bev’s co-workers from
her day job, and we’ve been very good friends ever since.
Overall, my
life was touched by Bev in so many ways, I will never forget her. I know she made a difference in so many
lives, especially artists. I was at her
gallery many times, and customers would come in and stay awhile. There was such a friendly atmosphere, no one wanted
to leave. She served many patrons through
the years, and also, gave artists a tremendous opportunity to spread their
wings. I feel inspired by her life, her
willingness and generosity to bring so many of us on board with her adventure
of running an art gallery, and the courage to explore art itself. I will keep her memory alive, and celebrate
her life by continuing my own wonderful journey of art exploration. I am both honored to have known Bev, and feel
challenged by her life.
Bev filled a
void in the local art world, at least she certainly did that for me. Yet, I think of another void that I have felt
too often, and that is a void within my own heart. Too often I have tried to fill it with something
temporary, and it just won’t last. For
me, art alone isn’t the answer to fulfill this deep empty well found within
each of us. Wells need to be filled, and
I’m ever so thankful that when I was only nineteen, that void was filled with the
person of Jesus Christ, who became my Lord and Savior. All I had to do was receive His free gift of
life, love and most importantly, His uncondemning hand of forgiveness. A truer
friend I’ve never known who loves someone like me who least deserves it.
John 15:13 Greater love hath no man than this,
that a man lay down his life for his friends.
I can’t help
but think there are many people right now who feel that void, and they’re looking
for meaning and purpose in their life.
Art has provided that for me in so many ways, as I’m sure it did for
Bev. For you, it might be cooking, sports,
movies or something else. All these
things we enjoy are wonderful, for the moment.
But true and lasting fulfillment can only come from God who loves us and
has a plan for each of our lives.
I hope, that
like my dear friend Bev, we have the courage to not only explore our interests,
but fill a void in people’s lives if we can.
More importantly, I hope we’ll turn to the only One who fills our void
and fills our cup like no one or nothing on earth is able to do.