Wednesday, April 12, 2017

over this come reveal

In a valley dark or a desert dry, when the Word comes forth and the Lord draws nigh. In a common place filled with common sounds, it is in his presence I find holy ground.

In the shade of a tree and the sound of birds, he recalls to my heart all his precious words. As he feeds 
creation so he strengthens me. He increases joy to my frailty.

As he holds me close with a warm embrace, with his presence near tears come to my face. And the shame I feel is replaced with AWE. What a comfort sweet, he's my all-in-all.

The ground breaks soon on the 540 lot. A new thing will begin next month. I sang love songs over property. His hand opening hearts, stirring tears afresh, new love. Come near. Spring up afresh. Maker breaker break me. Draw me. Pour out your magnificence on Jesus the Christ, your son, my king.
Infinite mercy
moves into my life, His awesome relationship and holy sacrifice. Ever the faithful One, you draw me close to Thee. You're God's greatest provision. Jesus, I receive.
Well you made this move towards me, before I came to be. Where I fall short day by day.You show me that you love me. Nothing I can do can lift me up to where you are. And yet you stand beside me. Jesus, I'm yours. In undeserved communion, Jesus, I'm yours.

Well the rock began to shout from every hill. The sky bowed down to listen and the wind was still. Sparrows from the roof they dropped to the ground. A crowd of villagers gathered around. 

A donkey and a man are what the people saw. Nature knew his presence and stood in awe. One by one the children called on his name. The wild ox and goats did the same. Baaaaaaaa! Ittizy, it is he. He's the master of redemption it is he. Ittizzy, it is he. He's the fire of fire, Spirit higher than me.

Greater than gold and sweeter than honey, your words are the source of the JOY that I know. I thank you my God, Creator, and Teacher for all of the goodness to me that you show.

   My eye stares down. down into the green among the blades. an eighth of an inch across, this blue blossom. and then another and two more the same size.

May you have the following you deserve, Jesus. We lift you up, your name as gold. Your words run fast, and you are ever bold. Jehovah, your Son, my King. Eternal life to me, your very life to me, is what he brings.
Jesus you know, Me through and through. No other is, as grand as you. Your Father sends his very best. Savior so fine, Jesus the Christ you give me rest.
The Spirit gave, and leads me still. To know you better, and to do your will. Jehovah dear, Spirit alive and true. The Son, my Lord. I love you more. Oh Jesus, you.

songs by karl marxhausen: All In All. Following. Infinite Mercy.Darling-Beloved.You Come. My Father. Ittizzy ( It Is He ). What He Brings. All rights reserved.

dirt turns over soon at 540 North Columbia. site Center for the Liturgical Arts. Concordia University, Seward, Nebraska.

Monday, April 10, 2017

softened for him


This is me, caught in the act of running away.
Scared to death,
wanting nothing to do with THAT MAN.     

Inspite of my actions,
digging in my heels and saying: "NO, I DON'T WANT ANY PART OF THAT, "

 --------- he STILL BREAKS into my awareness.

Me, typing a conversation, thinking about the wonderful progress I am enjoying.

While in the back of my mind, I am fearing my hospital appointment today, having my ankle numbed and an infected wound scraped away.

Then HE startles me and I come undone.

The Jesus Wind reminds me: "he has my back, he's here for me today, it's going to be okay."

Tears fall, the defenses drop, I cry,
he comforts and quiets my concerns, softened for him. 

THAT MAN faced hostility under the cover of night,

took the rage and the hatred and the cruel punishment,

was humiliated and killed,

before writing a whole new chapter for his disciples in time and space.

He doesn't stop,
he pursues and wins me over.

The Disciple That Fled
by Karl Marxhausen, 1999,
Litho Crayon and Ink on paper, 13.5 x 16.25 inches

Reprint from March 25, 2015 
After a whole year of treatments, my ankle wounds were completely healed on January 26, 2016. Blessed be the name of Jesus.


Sunday, April 2, 2017

texture please - students

Students added texture March 27th, 28th, 29th, and 30th. Double click to see images enlarged.

Students took the paper collage 
they had started last time and added
plastic and portions of mesh on top of it. 

Mrs. Marxhausen, the art instructor, had me there to assist Wednesday March 29th and Thursday March 30th. Behind her desk I composed an example to share with the group.

Secure large shapes with strings pushed through the poster board and tied on the back. Use a material you can see through. To have shapes underneath as well as above it. Here I secured orange peel. You can see strips of fabric are both under the mesh and on top of it. Next.

When you find shapes of interest, place them TOGETHER where they CAN be seen. Outside that area have patterns or papers that are LESS  INTERESTING.

Two groups worked with dryer lint, separating it into colors and hand forming shapes. They were inspired by a piece under glass I had brought into the classroom. Under glass by Reinhold Marxhausen, string detail, next.

Closeups of student lint + cardboard + mesh collage, below.


Second student piece, next.

This fellow used clear envelope to make window for his boat. He asked me if white glue would secure the metal "anchor." And he replied: "try it." Notice careful holes on left and right. He fashioned felt strip to tether two pine needle brushes. Very precise. Very cool!

Three minutes. Karl Marxhausen instructs students in Mrs. Marxhausen's art class. Second week of collage-making.

Students were instructed to CUT THE SMALL PORTION they needed from the red netting or the shredded feed bag and then LEAVE THE REST for another to take from. I cut the long green mesh into smaller segments. The yellow paint patch cut down to size. The rubber bumper sleeve cut down. The teacher pulled out felt and string from her supply. These were added each CLASS  PERIOD to  a material box for students to look through.


A few students had looked for their own materials outside. A valuable lesson in itself. Selecting shapes is what art makers do. They shared some of what they brought in with others at their table. Pine cones, silver potato chip bag lining, milk jug lids, this and that.


 Find a center of attention. A squashed sour gum ball from a tree. A focus.

It pleased me to see students arrange abstract shapes like this. To see plastic as a green line to be used as "a stem."

I pulled corrugated cardboard apart to reveal the lines. I showed a student how to do it and he helped make more of this. To be used by others.

One student was DETERMINED to CUT  APART a clean empty plastic milk jug. This was the place to do just that! He told me he liked the rib pattern around the spout. I said he could squash that portion flat by stepping on it on the floor. I offered. He accepted. He took the squashed portion and cut into two halves with his scissors. He glued these to the paper collage he started last time. Next.

One tore out the Mc Donald's M and cut a heart out of the Doritos bag she brought to the art room with her. Next.

 See-through materials abound.
He used the yellow paint scrap. He cut the black bumper with a scissors and made himself a boat shape.

It is the TETHERS of string I see. Wow.
Figuring it out.
Good job class.
Left, orange shape is the body of a jelly fish. The blue-white strands underneath, its tentacles.

Next, tethered can top-side. Next, strings on back-side. YES.

Left, a tall singular pod shell neatly secured with yarn. There is balance. It is beautiful.

Above, OVER