It's Not the Beginning, but rather the Ending that Counts

Sometimes when I start a painting, it looks sooo ugly. lol. But then, over time, I begin to see God revealing things to me as I paint. Ideas come to me in process. It doesn't matter how a painting starts out, only how it looks when finished. That's the way it is with us as well. We start out as Christians, and we're not too pretty. We're a mess!! But God, over time, begins to reveal and bring out something very special in our lives. It's the work of the Holy Spirit. Satan wants us to focus on our past messes. God wants us to see our future, beautiful, amazing, and wonderful. David said to the LORD: "I praise You for I am fearfully and wonderfully made." Each one of us is fearfully and wonderfully made. So don't be discouraged if your life looks like a mess right now. God knows what He is doing. Just keep trusting Him, keep your eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith!!!

Christian Talk Radio

On January 15th at 1PM, I have been invited to be a guest on "Daily Call", a Christian Radio Show on Arizona's Christian Talk, 1280 KXEG and 1010 KXXT. Annie Vaugier, the station manager will be the host! Be sure and tune in. It's gonna be exciting!!

God Gave Me Permission to Paint

     As I lay in my hospital bed at St. Joes Hospital in Phoenix, AZ, I had a lot of time to think and pray. That was 5 years ago.
     Something was terribly wrong, but I couldn't really figure it out. I was cleaning out my turtle tank, and I started feeling weak, so much so that I barely got the tank back to it's place on the boxes in my bedroom. I felt like passing out. I stumbled into the living room and felt like throwing up. Sweat began pouring off me and I was soaking wet. Yes, I felt like my life was slipping away from me. Fortunately, I was able to dial 911, and within minutes the paramedics were there. I was rushed to the hospital, which was only a block away, where they found that I was bleeding internally. Yes, I didn't know it but I had over-medicated from ibuprofen that I was taking for my bad headaches due to extremely high blood pressure. I had to have blood.
     Fortunately for me, i did not die that day, and I'm so thankful to God for that, because I felt that my purpose on this earth was not completed yet. And as I lay in my hospital bed, I began to visit with God. LORD, why does my life feel so empty? I'm stuck, with nowhere to go. I have a dead end job that's killing me, literally, and my dreams are fading away into the background. I knew I would die if I lost my dreams. "What do I do with my life, Lord?" I asked. At that moment I felt the Lord answer me back;
"What do you want to do?". And I answered, "I want to paint, to do art, to be creative the way you made me. You've given me all these ideas and dreams, and their just bottled up inside me."
It was at that moment I felt the Lord unleash me. He said, "Well then, paint! I give you permission." I felt him downloading creativity into me. I felt so much freedom!!!! I was excited!! 
     When I got out of the hospital I still had my dead end job, but I didn't care. I just started painting with passion, and I haven't stopped since.

                                 D10-16 Doodleboy and his friends love playing in the snow!

"The Test" by Corey Couturier

                                                  "The Test" by Corey Couturier
                                                               2013

Celebrating the Art of Corey Couturier for Youtube

Corey Couturier, The Works

"Remember When" by Corey Couturier

                                                                                   "Remember When" by Corey Couturier. 2013.  Mixed Media on Canvas.  size: 5ftH by 6ftW

"Remember When"  is a painting I did while living in Northern Montana in the winter of 2013.  I was born in a small town in Northern Montana by the name of Chester, and was raised in Chinook.  All these little towns in Northern Montana sprung up along the tracks of the Great Northern Railroad.  Unfortunately all these little towns are gradually getting smaller and smaller as time goes on.  Eventually, perhaps the only reminder of these towns will be some ancient graffiti left on a wall somewhere.  As I was contemplating the fate of these little towns, I realized that the cemeteries of these towns are filled with my family and relatives, and that one day I myself may be laid to rest in one.  I realized that my life here on earth is going to end someday.  This piece is my cry to "not forget me."  The symbols and words and dates are important to me, like July 20, is the day I gave my life to Jesus.  There are other hidden things in this painting as well.  My hope is that it will speak to each  person in a different and profound way.  In a way, it's my way of making my mortality last beyond my life.  Enjoy!!