I am a visual artist and graphic designer living in Virginia Beach, Virginia. My work tends to reflect my personal faith, in a personal God, who brings fulfillment, support, and direction.
I know when I create, I connect with my Creator. Were God a fairy tale, His fan base would’ve died out a long time ago. We are all living in a story, His story, a narrative, of sorts, that God is telling all the time. From His point of view, the whole story is complete. This masterpiece is being admired by the angels, the spirit world, and by people of faith. We are living out this wonderful story, page by page. We are becoming holy heroes, as the story takes us, and shapes the very landscapes of our souls. We may be led to scale sunny green mountaintops, descend into shadowy uncertain valleys, sojourn across thirsty windless deserts, or find needful rest, along the banks of some gurgling stream. It’s simply a wonderful story. There are still many places I hope to explore, as an artist, and as a man in love with God. I find myself excited to think about where He plans to take me next.
Christopher Heidt is a member of ! Inspired Art !, All Out Emotion, Angel Wings and Heaven, Art and Stories Made For Children, Creative Inspirations - [2pw], Designers United, End Times, For The Love Of Jesus , For the love of type, Graphic Arts, Living Christianity, Religious Art & Photography, Tattoo Designs, The Art of Books, The Human Condition, Typography and WMG.
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Posted about 1 year ago.
Posted about 1 year ago.
You’ve anointed me for abundance; my profit runs over.
My mama’s still praying / My dad is still paying / I still don’t have a place to fit. / Know what I’m thinking? / That it’s time to move on.
“Younger brains are more apt to retain / myths left behind, when memory wanes. / The more scholarly hold a quarterly funeral / for Cuculainn, King Arthur, and Quetzlcoatl. “
When I roar the demons flee, they know what’s in store / they cannot stand, all will scatter wide.
Who told you that you’d lost your momentum? / I fear to say the word, but who else will? / Better an up-and-coming dead guy.
“Doubt is a snare deemed sacred, by it’s victim. It lingers in dormancy like a recessive germ–”