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Art Space was created from our realization that creative expression is highly important for spiritual growth and emotional and mental health. Creative expression for us looks like many things, including written, visual, musical and textural forms, just to name a few. Below is a selection of art from members of our community that encapsulates aspects of their relationship with God, advocates for social justice issues close to their heart, and captures the human experience on its journey towards wholeness.

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Art from our community

I see Colour
​PRINCESS OFORI-ATTA

​oh, you don't see colour? how nice for you.
I see colour every day.
I see it in the way that people look at me,
I see it in the comments that people make.

I see it in the way it enters a room before I do.
I see it in the way it's speaks my worth and place in society, before I can say a word.
I see it in the way it tells the story of my ancestors and the injustices they faced.
 
I see it in the bleeding, dying man, lying on cold pavement under his oppressor’s knees.
I see it in every plead for justice each broken State demands, as its requests are tear-gassed and violently hindered.

i see it in the life-sentences dished out in response to disproportionate crimes,
I see it in the wrongfully convicted brothers and sisters.
I see it in the comfortable lives lived by my white friends and allies.
 
I see it in spaces made in the corporate world for the white girl who is just like me, but white.
I see it in the ways my mother warns my brother as he leaves the house at night,
I see it in the ways my father begs me to not move to the United States.
I see it in the eyes of George Floyd and in the limp of Ahmaud Arbery,
I see it in the sneers of white supremacists.
I see it in the declaration that "all lives matter" when only one is at stake.
 
I see it in the blind optimism that racist ideologies and systematic injustices are in no way as bad as what our grandparents faced
 
I see it when I ask God "why?"
 
I see colour everywhere I step my feet.
 
yes,
 
I see colour every time I look at me.
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Hills and valleys
Kameela Amer

Yeshua Ben Yahweh says:

I am with you through every hill and valley
and when hills and valleys are all you see,
I am still with you there.


When you can’t look up and don’t see, I am with you.
When you feel in too deep – too deep in the pit, I am with you.
When the valley is so low that you can’t see the mountain top, I am still with you.
When you’re on the mountain and everything seems great, I am with you.

When you are looking down the mountain, just waiting to fall, just waiting and expecting to be knocked off, to slip, to have something make you tumble and fall down the mountain, I am with you.

When you do fall, and roll, and tumble, when you do get knocked off, I am with you.
Even if you make a mistake and jump off, I am still with you because I love you.
And when you end up with bruises and cuts, and scrapes, a lot of mud and dirt, messy hair and tears and a bunch of questions about why.

I am still with you
because I love you.
​And I will be with you till the end.

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Woman in Purple
Rebecca coombs

“The coat is purple due to Proverbs 31, how she’s not afraid and she is clothed in purple”

Gesso
kameela amer

Gesso, white gesso....​
 
              apply liberally.
 
There are so many colours to my pain,
So many shades ... too many to count
that sometimes I want it all to fade to white.
 
But the only white I’ll take is the white of Yeshua Ben Yahweh,
His righteousness, the righteousness that He gives to me.
 
 And when I look at someone else
who has shades and colours of pain
I can pray for them too. 
 
Some of my pain is from other people
who painted me with the colours
of pain in their own heart.
 
The only colour I want today is the
white of Yeshua Ben Yahweh’s love for me. 
 
And when I’ve painted someone with
the colours of my own pain or someone
else has painted me with the colours
of their pain, then... ​
 
             apply gesso liberally​
​
        in prayers​​
 
 because
 
Yeshua Ben Yahweh is the
only one who can make
it all white again.
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worship
hope coombs

“This is me with my hands up, worshipping in the sun, and that’s an angel coming in that circle.”
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Wonder
Krysta Leanne

"May you never lose your wonder.
Wide eyed and mystified,
May we be just like a child...
Staring at, the beauty of our king.
Fill us with wonder...”
“Wonder” – Amanda Cook
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Salvaged
Krysta Leanne

This is a piece of art I created a couple years ago, using a salvaged piece of driftwood and acrylics. I was processing through worthlessness to worthiness and honour, and painted a woman on it, with a twofold revelation as I created. God showed me that first, this is God's heart for us, for me. He salvages us and sees the beauty in something ordinary...something weathered and even tossed and torn apart... something that others could so easily see as worthless...not worthwhile to invest-in or save. And He would and will always take the time to be the saviour we need, to see beauty as we are and yet still foresee and create in us more beauty still as He continues to paint us. He will always choose to make us beautiful as we turn to Him, rather then leave us as we are or toss us away. And that second, He has placed His eyes, and this piece of His heart, in me and He loves that I resemble Him in this way, that I can see beauty, possibility, and worth where others may see none. I have my Father's heart, a salvagers heart, and He’s so proud of me.

March
Sarah Olding

​Mother Earth 
rolls back 
the blanket of white,
and reveals a stirring world.
 
The red breasted robin,
wandering minstrel,
arrived early this morning,
and with him,
an early dawn.
 
Here, 
quiet roads,
lined with sleepy bungalows
and sage weathered trees,
become living lyrics.
 
Gold bounces 
off the puddles 
in the potholes,
turning manholes into mirrors,
reflecting the light of the evening sun.
 
The winter has been long,
but I breathe the brisk air deeply.
I’m remembering that poetry is always,
Everywhere.
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yahweh be my captain
kameela amer

​Oh Captain, my Captain.  Be Captain of my ship,
steer me clear of the waves and stormy seas.
 
Oh Captain, my Captain.  Yahweh, be my Captain,
take the sailor’s hat and take me on a journey meant for me.
 
Oh Captain, my Captain,
shield and protect me, steer the boat in the right direction.
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