Healing Arts

Wherever we look we have a constant echoing of God’s sovereign majesty!

“The heavens declare the glory of God; the sky displays his handiwork.” Ps 19

Originality is always challenging for mortals and I have lost a lot of hair through painting, which I often describe as the most frustrating process known to man :-)

It requires looking and seeing - and often we go about looking, yet not having seen anything! Completely missing the sheer beauty of the remnants of God’s creation. Reflecting on this can be a very encouraging antidote for minds dismayed and wasted on the demands made by the electronic media.

What I find especially stimulating, is the way painting requires intense observation and appreciation for the elements which come together in a composition pleasing to the eye and the way complementary relationships take place in pursuit of union. We are blessed in these Blue Ridge Mountains (where I live) with much natural beauty which sing praises for its Maker and that acute awareness is like healing balm to an otherwise weary soul. Considering the human trichotomy, we are overly obsessed with physical wellness, invariably neglecting the condition of the spirit or the soul – much more valuable components.

We can indeed embrace our limitations and accept adversity, which may challenge us severely. But, when we accept the reality of our disabilities, we can discover a greater attentiveness to those things which we have often taken for granted. In this new pace I live, following a stroke, with constant reminders of slowness and weakness, big paintings give way to miniatures, heavy glass covered watercolours become oils on canvas because they are easier to handle. Attention to detail come into focus, which may have been ignored before. Sensitivity acquired towards colour and texture, the way the complements operate, open new territory for exploration on many levels. This keeps the mind active and prevents despondency, especially when pursued with a thankful heart to the Giver of life.

Drawing from the well of many explorations in the area we live, the beautiful Wilson Creek in Grayson Highlands, VA, is an example of how opportunity springs to trace the delicious bubbling waters as they tumble down mossy boulders can be so inspiring. While painting these compelling subjects, mindful of the richness of colour and illumination, regenerating words of Jesus pierce the mind such as; “whoever believes in Me, as Scripture has said, rivers of living water will flow from within them”- John 7:38

I’m forever grateful for a brand-new chapter, more than a therapy, where I can paint with an awareness of “Whatever you do, work heartily, as for the Lord and not for men.” Colossians 3:23 :)

George Kosinski 2/13/17

 

 

 

 

George Kosinski

George Kosinski was born in Scotland, raised on the romantic shores of the Irish Sea, on the edge of the English Lake District, where he practiced Architecture from 1978 to 1991, before embarking on a full time career as a watercolor artist based in Jerusalem from 1991 – 2000. A sojourner at heart, he traveled throughout Israel, Palestine, Lebanon, Syria, Jordan, Sinai & Egypt, a troubled region, but where he was immersed in hospitality. He communicated his affection for historic buildings and pristine landscapes through the wonderful picture language of art, easily understood across borders and what has become a very personal journey in watercolors …. From 2002 until now, he has lived in a quiet spot out of trouble, in the Appalachian mountains, contrasting with the desert places due to an abundance of rainwater, which profoundly influenced the colors of his palette. During an interlude in the coastal region of South Carolina in 2012, George enjoyed studying the splendor of Brookgreen Gardens and remnants of old plantations rich in wildlife. Steeped in history, there was a pull-back to the old country while looking at historic buildings and spending a three month artist residency at Hobcaw Barony, near Georgetown. Not being enamored with settling down, he has returned to Ashe Co in the Blue Ridge Mountains, which he calls "home". Here, he peacefully continues studies of ancient creeks, flowers, mists and the play of the sun while still painting fast disappearing remnants of the Near East, where the skills of masonry and hand-crafted geometric designs are almost long gone. His studio is open to visitors by appointment As a footnote George experienced a serious stroke in October 2014. He is obstinate and determined to continue painting, thankful for being alive. He continues to be a lover of life, thank God