Simple Sunday with Artist James C. Christensen


Welcome to Simple Sunday!


Tonight we are featuring a piece of artwork by artist James C. Christensen.

Christensen was born in 1942 and raised in Culver City, California. He studied painting at Brigham Young University and, for a while, the University of California at Los Angeles before finishing his formal education at BYU. Since then, he has had one-man shows in the West and the Northeast and his work is prized in collections throughout the U.S. and Europe.

Inspired by the world’s myths, fables and tales of imagination, James C. Christensen wants his work to add up to more than a beautiful – if sometimes “curious” looking work of art. Having taught art professionally for over 20 years, he likes to think of the world as his classroom. His hope is that through whatever he creates-be it a porcelain, fine art print or book-he can convey a message, inspiration or a simple laugh. He believes that teaching people to use their imagination helps us find solutions to sooth the stresses of everyday life-or get a little lift to help us keep going. In short: all things are possible when you share Christensen’s philosophy that “Believing is Seeing.”

http://www.swoyersart.com/jameschristensen.htm


It is titled “Sometimes the Spirit Touches Us Through Our Weaknesses”.



Looking forward to see what this artwork

inspires your muse with.


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91 Comments

  • Angel Love says:

    Welcome all to Simple Sunday! I will be back later as I am not home yet. Looking forward to see what your muse comes up with for this wonderful piece of art! :love: :love: :love:

  • Bettie says:

    A MIND TERRIBLE THANG TO WASTE

    ^

    Pat pat
    Hey there mister muse man
    Sittin on your stoop there
    I am your fallin angel
    Try to git your attention here
    Hangin up side I be
    Yet all you see
    Is black and white tiles
    And not me
    Where oh where
    Has the mind gone
    To far to even see
    The likes of me

    ^

    Written By: Bettie Davis ———————— © August 11 , 2o12

  • di710smiles says:

    Sometimes the Spirit Touches Us Through Our Weaknesses”
    Art by : James C. Christensen
    Thank you ~ Love this art and title

    When feeling low
    Not ourselves moving slow
    Within self -esteem has no glow
    As extra weight on shoulders so
    Heavy feeling as hump on back growns
    Then feel something take ahold know
    A positive spirit touching releasing all unfolds
    One may say as an angel for warmth she holds
    Making us feel love within that`s never old
    Knowing you will succeed for life is precious as gold

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  • Angel Love says:

    Sorry to arrive so late, but was out picking blueberries with a friend and then we started making zucchini relish…been a long, long day! Cleaning the berries is going to have to wait for tomorrow! 🙂 A quick write for this wonderful piece of art! :love: :love: :love:

    ~

  • Barbara_K says:

    Fascinating artwork. Will ponder before reading any of the other pieces posted. I’m sure they’re all wonderful. :love: :love: :love:

  • Elfwing says:

    hello folks. Been a long time since I’ve been to a blog. been very busy. just wanted to say hey,and that i appreciate you all. And yes,the Spirit does touch us -especially when we are weak. Good blog,and as always,God bless each one. Hugs,Elfwing/Brenda Brite. Peace.

  • Silver says:

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  • Izabel says:

    Beautiful Arts to see and all you great Poets
    :love: :entertained:

  • Carmen_Bass says:


    :love: 🙂 :love:

  • Barbara_K says:

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    Artist: James C. Christensen

    BEFORE I COULD RUN

    Lost in a stupor,
    no thought in my head,
    trying to recover
    from whatever they said,
    all sad and mopey,
    no smile left inside,
    no inclination at all
    to go out and play,
    fearing I’ll just
    have to stay this way,
    hoping something
    will come along
    to change the way I feel
    and to brighten up my day.

    Alas, I finally feel it,
    something stirring
    deep inside,
    not quite sure
    what it is . . . .

    I think I might hide.

    But before I could run,
    it tapped me
    on the shoulder
    and poked me
    in the ribs;
    it tickled my toes
    and my funny bone
    and I’d love to know
    what gives.

    But at the moment
    it doesn’t matter at all
    what’s going on inside;
    I’m happy once more
    and thankful for
    whoever opened up
    the door.

    (c) barbara kausteklis 8-12-12

    Thanks so much for the fun I had with this.

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