Spero Arts Henna

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Spero Arts Henna

Instructor of fine arts and Henna Artist In addition to being a henna artist, I'm an instructor of fine arts to homeschool students from K-12.

I was introduced to henna at a local school event and, with my fine arts background, took to it naturally. I began attending workshops and conferences to refine my skills, and am often an "on call" artist for other local henna professionals.

12/28/2021

As we sit in this liminal space between Christmas and New Years, I think about the wandering wisdom seekers, following doggedly after a sign in the sky. Did anyone believe them? Did anyone try to convince them to stay? Did they ever doubt the meaning of the star and the prophecies?
The times when I am listless and limp are the times when I am not tirelessly seeking my Lord. This year, may I follow that star, seeking him among the lowly and oppressed, the disenfranchised and displaced, the young and the vulnerable.
It's been a long time since I wore henna that meant so much to me and that I designed with so much intention.

12/24/2021

Why anyone would cut off the lock and break into someone's storage unit is beyond me, but to steal all the Christmas presents for a little 4 year old girl and her 1 year old brother is unthinkable. I hope the person who did this gets zero peace in their heart until they realize the error of their ways and repent.

In the meantime, if you have the means and would care to make a difference on this Christmas Eve, would you consider giving to my friend Jeana who this happened to? I know it would be as precious to this her as any amount of frankincense, and as healing as any balm of myrrh in this time of feeling violated and alone.

Balancing life in a new state far away from family and friends is hard, not to mention living in a tiny home with two littles to save money, but adding on a Christmas burglary is just heartbreaking.

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Jeana-Andrighetti

11/10/2021

I remember asking my mom when I was about 10 or so if grownups pretend. We were playing dolls, and she paused, and said, "Not really."
I remember thinking to myself that if that was true, then I wasn't interested in being a grown-up, if I had to give up pretending. For years and years I nurtured a world in my own mind, and my daydreams went with me all through high school and college. Talking to myself and retreating to my inner worlds was a coping mechanism for bullying and boredom with traditional academics.
Fast forward to the very real world of being a real grown-up with real responsibilities, with very real risks--like raising other humans....and I saw my world of daydreams and pretending and external processing slowly disappearing.
Then one day I found myself harping at my kids for not picking up after themselves on vacuuming day, and our feelings were slowly escalating all day until we were all just scared and angry children.... that's when I decided to hold on tight to pretend.
Today I hid pictures of fine art from last year's curriculum from all around the rooms...then I pretended to be Morgan from the and sent my kids (pretending to be Jack and Annie) on a quest to find the missing artworks for Camelot's art museum. (If you know, you know.)
And the tidying up was so painless, so gentle, and we all truly enjoyed ourselves....God gave children (and grownups too!) imagination for a reason. We're creative beings made in the image of the most creative being in the cosmos, and we forget that we can use our imaginations to serve and edify each other and bring joy. Let's never forget to have the heart of a child...as Jesus says, "Let the little children come to me." 💛

09/07/2021

Autumn is almost here...teaching art classes next week in a brand new building, lots of changes.
As the death of summer leads to the colors of autumn, so the loss of unmet expectations and mourning of experiences missed leads to new opportunities and the breaking down of hard thoughts into soft ponderings. We're met with the opportunity to bury our dead leaves, to burrow our strong roots deeper, to harvest and glean what we can, to prune unfruitful branches that once were useful but have ceased to bring life.
Let us not cling so closely to the seasons, but step boldly, clad in strength and cloaked in confidence that we were born and placed and planted in such a place for such a time as this.
What are you looking forward to? What do you fear? Lay your burdens down with the wilting tomato vines and last summer's ragweed, pulled from the soil. Burn them, mix the ashes with next year's soil. Turn it into fuel for new fruits.
Let us be gentle with each other, regardless of what divides or seems to divide us. Speak truth in love.

09/05/2021

When photography is off limits during the wedding ceremony, one must document the glorious moment in another medium. 😊
So surreal witnessing the marriage of a former student of mine, many years ago. Many, many congratulations to the happy couple for a life filled with many blessings, much forgiveness, total patience, quiet bliss, quick listening and a longing for more and more years together. ❤️
Have you ever captured a wedding during the ceremony, using a medium other than photography? If so, how?🥰
Done on 4x6 watercolor paper with conté, charcoal, micron pen, watercolor, watercolor pencil, and water pen, with white charcoal highlights.

08/14/2021

It's here!!!! The Digital Passes for my Create Crate Courses!🥳
I wish I had the bandwidth to make a whole new round of Crates for the upcoming school year as well as teach my in person classes, but I AM glad that I get to give you access to the videos as well as a detailed shopping list for each grade level, all as a part of my new Digital Pass system! Head on over to my website (link in bio) and check it out!!

07/22/2021

Whew! 😊 Just a few things:
1) We're home from Colorado! Yep we took a trip. Sorry if we didn't see you 😭 we pretty much just saw family that we hadn't seen in like 18 months.
2) We drove there in our homebuilt teardrop camper! (Swipe to see!) I posted about this in my stories a while back, but my husband built the whole dang thing from scratch--from the entire design in Solidworks, welding the trailer, cutting and bending the plywood, doing all the aluminum siding, hardware, wiring, etc. It's like he's an engineer or something...😆 Yes all four of us fit in there! It has bunk beds!🤩
3) I am indeed taking clients currently, just outdoors. And I'm not really promoting myself much lately, as you can tell...😅 I haven't even posted since May. And this time two years ago I was in full on festival season, so I was on here a LOT....big contrast. I'm trying to get back to simply gifting my henna to close friends and family when I feel that it would bless them.... I'm not going to turn down a client who reaches out, but I'm definitely not going to be promoting myself nearly as heavily as I have in years past. ❤️❤️❤️
4) I am actually going to be at in Rosemont this weekend, working at the booth of the fabulously talented and everyone's henna mom, ! So some down Friday evening or Saturday afternoon/evening and say hi. 🤗 First festival in quite some time. 💖

03/16/2021

One year today. Class was cancelled.
I had no idea I would still be teaching virtually 365 days later, but I am SO grateful for my amazing students.
It's been so hard for so many, but I have immensely enjoyed seeing some of the most incredible student artwork this year! Since they're not restricted to one hour once a week on their assignments, some of these students have absolutely gone above and beyond with their projects, and I have been so blessed to see the results of their hard work via email. ✨
Here's my example of our Cubism lesson for my Woodlands class, where we used the concept of Cubism being imagery that is two different perspectives depicted as one painting...and made visual representations of two different metaphorical perspectives depicted as one in conflict or transposed on itself.

03/15/2021

Another year around the sun has brought me so much....so much growth and grief and grace. After a year of being buried in near isolation I'm feeling the roots burrow deeper and the shoots beginning to sprint up...
I've been hearing a call away from consuming and back to creating, to fall more deeply in love with the one who created my heart. I've been thinking a lot about my relationship with henna and what that is going to look like in the future....still allowing myself to slowly process, but it's good. SO so good.
I had the idea for the painting back in the very beginning of 2020, before the world turned upside down. Throughout this year, I've experienced so much love for my brothers and sisters of the Word; seen so much holy lament over injustice, righteous concern for the vulnerable, and been poured into by friends, elders and mentors who are keen to see me grow into who I was created to be. Whether one on one encouragement, tiny groups spaced out on the patio, virtual Bible studies, drive in gatherings for worship or masked church meetings, the connection has always been there. Though we have a wide range of ways we worship and walk, we are united by the Holy Spirit in us and a mutual commitment to each other.
No government mandate controls how I pray, worship and meditate, because ultimately I am a citizen of another Kingdom. Masks don't bother me. Distance doesn't bother me. Limiting the size of gatherings doesn't bother me. Because those are just worldly things, and if my faith can only thrive indoors with the AC blasting and the Pledge of Allegiance in one hand and the Constitution in the other, what good is it? What good is my faith if I feel like it only works when everything is tilted in my favor? What good is it if I can only manage to worship and serve when I'm comfortable, in an environment where I feel unchallenged?
Christians aren't promised comfort. We're promised Christ. And that is infinitely better. ❤️
Thanks for coming along on this journey with me.

02/26/2021

Chag Purim Sameach! What am I making in this photo?
Weird fact about me: I'm a Christian, but I was raised in a home where we also observed holidays such as Rosh Hashanah, Him Kippur, Sukkot, and other Jewish feasts. Aaaand I went to private Evangelical schools for much of my upbringing....yet I don't identify as a Republican. 😂 Have fun with that one, internet.
Seriously though....we are more than these little squares or rectangles on these screens. Reach out and get to know someone. ❤️

02/25/2021

In the fall of 2020, I had a dream about Sarena.
Everyone was gathered on a beautiful afternoon, with the light falling through tender golden-green leaves of new growth, and glinting off tall grasses whose tops were bending in the warm breeze. It was like the tender newness of spring was blended with the ethereal, pale gold harvest of early autumn. A smell of freshly tilled soil, of verdant greens soaking in the sunrays, and of crisp golden grains all mingled with the smell of the tiny flowers that grew everywhere. Pale blue, creamy white, and butter yellow flowers grew everywhere among the glowing meadow grasses.

It was like we were at a wedding...a crowd of people stood under a shady linen canopy. All eyes were on Sarena at the front as she stood facing the guests...her hair was lustrous and gleaming, and her skin was radiant as the diffused sun showed behind her in scattered motes of light. A crown of blossoms bloomed from her head. Her smile was small with turned up corners, and her eyes sparkled with a calm secret. She spoke to the crowd, and it is to my utmost sorrow that when I woke I could not recall all her words, but I do remember the effect that her words had on the guests. When she spoke, her hands gestured with joy and grace, and her face bunched in laughter...a wave of relief and excitement rustled through those attending. She spoke as if she knew she were leaving, and had gathered everyone there to wish her well on her next chapter. Instead of bringing gifts in bright paper as for earthly newlyweds, the guests all held their beating hearts in their throats, as tears battled with laughter on their faces. Her voice rang with the quiet song of swiftly moving streams, swollen with snowmelt and ready to rush on to the next adventure.

The moment she finished speaking is the one that remains stamped strongest upon my memory...she stood there, head turning to look over her shoulder towards the meadows, hands pressed to her chest as if holding back crashing tides of anticipation. Murmurs of thankfulness and snippets of stories rolled through the crowd like the breeze that rippled her creamy white dress...
(Continued in comments)

02/14/2021

This is what I've been up to.
Creating a haven of imagination and wonder in my home to keep at bay the darkness of winter and loneliness.
Fight, friends. Fight for beauty and nourishment of your soul.

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River Falls, WI

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http://www.speroarts.com/

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