Three of my paintings will soon be exhibited in a show at Cottonwood Center for the Arts called "Text_Message." The "call for entries" stated: "Pieces created can feature text as the main element or can include text in a way that contributes to the overall aesthetic or statement." Text_Message Cottonwood Center for the Arts 427 E Colorado…Read more Text_Message – Upcoming Exhibit
Spiritual journey
Sole to Soul in Vietnam
My visits to Vietnam with Hope's Promise deeply impacted me (click the link to read the story of the painting above). I painted Sacrificial Love after one of these trips. Recently I had the great privilege of interviewing Dennis Pringle after his trip to Vietnam with Hope's Promise. I wrote the following article for the Hope's Promise…Read more Sole to Soul in Vietnam
The Wings Are Mine
Like a dense, winged creature draped across my chest, it caws over charred dreams, disintegrating into ashes. But still the fire rages. What is left to burn? The bird's merciless wings fan flames hotter and heavy. Until a moment of inexplicable release. Rescue. A force of goodness beating the creature back, forcing it to lift.…Read more The Wings Are Mine
Strange how hope swells…
Strange how a lantern can appear out of nowhere. Walking barren tracks, and suddenly there's a light in your hand. Sincerely Danielle Shunk (SDS) plunked into my grasp like that. A friend knew a friend, who told her about SDS, who told me. I stepped foot in that magic space and before I knew…Read more Strange how hope swells…
Four Chairs, Part 2 (Magic)
I've always believed in magic. I suppose it isn't surprising when I think about my Irish grandmother, Margaret (O'Laughlin) Ferguson, known to many as “Mickey.” Whenever I visited her home, brightly colored kitsch-art gnomes peered out from shelves scattered around her living room. Who knows but that they came to life at night and followed her…Read more Four Chairs, Part 2 (Magic)
Joy to You!
"Weeping endures for the night, but joy comes with the morning." Psalm 30:5b As I reflect on 2015, I give great thanks for all of you who gift joy to me with your presence on the journey. From dear, life-long friends and family members who continually walk beside me, to people I've never met who faithfully comment on…Read more Joy to You!
Peace
This cracking, bleeding orb hurtles through space, and I am only a tiny, imperceptible pinprick of yearning somewhere on its spinning surface. I've never craved peace so urgently. My own pulse of longing seems to merge with a collective sigh of all colors and creeds, like black exhaust fumes spurting from an ancient, lumbering, rusty vehicle. From…Read more Peace
Out of Flames… Wings
For this series, I have no words. Sometimes art expresses the innermost longings of the heart, born of personal reflection and world-wide influence, a place beyond the reach of words. Such is this series. ................................................................. Just in case you are interested, I've added some originals, including this series, to my Etsy store inventory: FragmentsOfLight.
Hope In Fearful Times
Flags fly at half-mast in my lifelong hometown, Colorado Springs after two mass shootings in a month. I drive almost every day through the intersection where my family almost stumbled into a late October shooting; and yesterday I forced myself to return to a shopping area we usually frequent, ravaged less than a week ago by another shooting. And…Read more Hope In Fearful Times
A Candle for Paris
I light a candle for Paris. There, alone in the solemnity of a local cathedral, my soul swells with vaulted ceilings, shatters like bits of light filtered through stained glass. The snap of the lighter cracks vast silence across tiled floors, still and waiting. And I pray. And the heart of Someone from two millennium ago…Read more A Candle for Paris
Colleen Briggs Images & Writing 