Brush Strokes of Life Finding My Own Song Again © Laurie Pace Graphics One Design 2026 San Jacinto River Gathering Oil on Canvas Commission by Laurie Pace This week I discovered something I didn't even know I had. While searching through old files, I came across a magazine article written about my artwork several years ago. As I read it, one sentence stopped me in my tracks. "It took three or four years of raw painting before finding my own song and my own work key." Those were my words. Somewhere over the years, I had forgotten them. At the same time, I had been looking through photographs of some of my old paintings, watching horses emerge from layers of thick paint, color, and discovery. I was reminded that I never painted the horse first. I painted with open trust. The horse revealed itself. It made me realize that perhaps I wasn't searching for a new direction after all. Perhaps I was simply finding my own song ...
Brush Strokes of Life © Laurie Pace Graphics One Design 2026 Have you ever stood just inches away from a painting? Up close, all you see are individual brush strokes. Some are bright. Some are dark. Some seem completely out of place. Only when you step back does the picture begin to make sense. Life often feels that way. The image above is only a small section of one of my larger paintings. Looking closely, you'll find brilliant colors beside deep shadows. Every stroke matters. I believe our lives are painted much the same way. Each day adds another brush stroke. Some are filled with joy. Others are painted with grief, uncertainty, or waiting. While we're living those moments, we rarely understand why they are there. But God sees the entire canvas. Looking back over my own life, I can now see that the unexpected moments often became the ones that shaped me the most. As I begin sharing more stories in Brush Strokes of Life, I hope you'll dis...