Brandie Lee
Hello! I'm a Nashville-based artist and lover of Truth, Beauty, Goodness and Joy. I love finding ways to reveal these things through paint and ink.
The name Birdsflyover is a delightful little slice of whimsy I pulled from one of my favorite songs. If you've never tuned in to the lyrics of Somewhere Over the Rainbow, you might enjoy a closer listen. The lyrics and melody appeal to a young place in me; the child who thinks she can fly by holding a towel between her hands and feet while jumping from one bed to the next or who once thought if she sat long enough on an egg in a nest of blankets, it might eventually hatch into a baby chick. Believing is so natural when we’re children. And while growing up necessitates leaving naïveté, in some ways, losing innocence, I am hopeful that it doesn't mean we stop wondering, wandering, and trusting. That somehow amid the confusion, pain and disappointments of life, we still are able to believe there is more going on than what can be perceived by our mind. And that it is good. The longer I live, the more I wonder if growing up isn't just one big journey of learning how to be a child again.
This is a space to step into the expanse of creative process. To express, in an effort to connect with other people, what I am feeling, learning, and what inspires me. To breathe over formlessness - the tohu wa-bohu - and bring things into being. To be fruitful. A place to think out loud and see if anything echoes on the canvas of other peoples’ experience. A place to be faithful to my gifts in hopes that it helps you find yours. A place to be courageous. Naked. Unashamed.
The name Birdsflyover is a delightful little slice of whimsy I pulled from one of my favorite songs. If you've never tuned in to the lyrics of Somewhere Over the Rainbow, you might enjoy a closer listen. The lyrics and melody appeal to a young place in me; the child who thinks she can fly by holding a towel between her hands and feet while jumping from one bed to the next or who once thought if she sat long enough on an egg in a nest of blankets, it might eventually hatch into a baby chick. Believing is so natural when we’re children. And while growing up necessitates leaving naïveté, in some ways, losing innocence, I am hopeful that it doesn't mean we stop wondering, wandering, and trusting. That somehow amid the confusion, pain and disappointments of life, we still are able to believe there is more going on than what can be perceived by our mind. And that it is good. The longer I live, the more I wonder if growing up isn't just one big journey of learning how to be a child again.
This is a space to step into the expanse of creative process. To express, in an effort to connect with other people, what I am feeling, learning, and what inspires me. To breathe over formlessness - the tohu wa-bohu - and bring things into being. To be fruitful. A place to think out loud and see if anything echoes on the canvas of other peoples’ experience. A place to be faithful to my gifts in hopes that it helps you find yours. A place to be courageous. Naked. Unashamed.
