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Showing posts from February, 2018

spring break time

my mixtape for the next 10 days.  pay no attention to the fact that i cannot spell....i apparently was half asleep and in much need of a vacation as i typed it.  norcal, baby.  here we come.

to my valentine, 2018

"to my valentine, 2018"  mixed media collage (vintage papers, acrylic paint, glue, marker, on bookboard) february, 2018 gregory a. milinovich valentine's day was kind of tricky this year, since i spent the entire day at the church.  it was ash wednesday, so it was tough for me to make it a day of celebration with my valentine, given that i spent most of the day touching other people's foreheads, reminding them that they will all die.  super romantic. still, i continued a yearly tradition of making a collage as an expression of my love for my bride.  this was the 11th consecutive year for this, and since it was ash wednesday this year, i was thinking quite a bit about brokenness.  and it is true that over 18 and a half years of marriage, we've both had to deal with our share of brokenness: words we shouldn't have said, poor decisions, pride, and more.  to quote someone more terse than i: love hurts.  but to quote someone more loquacious: love

ash wednesday, 2018, twelve years of ashes in art

"ash wednesday, 2018" mixed media collage (paper, ash, glue on book cover) february, 2018 gregory a. milinovich wednesday was ash wednesday, the beginning of lent, and a day to remember that in the end, we all get dehydrated.  that's essentially what i preached about on wednesday: that the human body is around 60% water, but one day the water will all dry up from in our cells and between our cells, and we will dry up, like so many crumbling bones.   like the bones in the valley that ezekiel envisioned.  he went down into this valley, and said there so many bones, and they were very dry.  but the voice of the Lord asked zeke if those bones could live again.  and he wanted to believe it.  he really did.  he would have like to say, "yes!  make them live!  Lord, you can make these bones dance again.  you can rehydrate them.  you can restore my people to the way they once were.  you can reunited mother with child, and reestablish the old traditions and th