It's been about five years since my Dad left this earth. His departure shocked me and shook me to the core of my being. Of kindred spirits, he was one of the closest. The current of mutual adoration running between us was so abruptly cut off, I was left disoriented and blind, suddenly lost…Read more Always (Love Never Ends)
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The Other Side
"The light that is hard won offers the greatest illumination. A gift wrestled from bleakness will often confer a sense of sureness and grounding of the self, a strengthening proportionate to the travail of its birth." Beauty by John O'Donohue, page 79.
Shop Fragments of Light Art
Dear blog friends, Your following of my meanderings and encouragement means the world to me! Should you wish to snag a "fragment of light" for yourself or to give to someone you care about, a reminder that my Etsy shop, Fragments of Light Art, is open 24/7. There, you can find: Original artwork (I joyfully donate…Read more Shop Fragments of Light Art
Art Opening in Denver
The November night is cold and icy after the first snowfall of the season. I pull my coat tight around me during the short walk to the gallery, hand-in-hand with my husband. Isolated figures smoking a cigarette on the corner or walking a dog do not say hello. Windows without curtains yawn into small, beat up…Read more Art Opening in Denver
Joy Hunt
Sr. Fidence was like a beautiful rose in my hand, but her fragrance drifted just beyond my grasp as she stood there barefoot, her white-draped physical being unable to contain an other-worldly joy. I didn't understand her at all. I wanted to, desperately. How, in the midst of despair and hardship, hunger and lack, did…Read more Joy Hunt
Surrender
I feel his anguish as I paint. The hunger, the sting of salt, the despair. When there is nothing left to say or do, just shadows of essence barely clinging to the horizon. Then, the letting go. When every last vestige of control slips irrevocably into churning depths. When everything you fear most emerges…Read more Surrender
The Bird Must Fly
It's the heart splayed, soul displayed feeling. Vulnerable, that's how it feels to walk into a new gallery with art in hand, even if you already know your piece is accepted into the show. And even more so in a new city. A new city, and yet an old city. I graduated from the University…Read more The Bird Must Fly
Arise (2)
Song of Solomon 2:10-13 “My beloved responded and said to me, ‘Arise, my darling, my beautiful one, And come along. For behold, the winter is past, The rain is over and gone. The flowers have already appeared in the land; The time has arrived for pruning the vines, And the voice of the turtledove…Read more Arise (2)
Arise
There you are, backed into a corner, walls closing in, ceiling compressing and floor heaving to meet it. Suffering has a way of whittling the world down into compact space with infinite feeling. Like a tiny dandelion in a vast open field, exposed. Like the deafening silence of lonely cries withheld in a crowded room, because no one will…Read more Arise
Art in the everyday
My most treasured creative contribution to this world is my children. To study the raw materials of their souls and guide and encourage them to become all they are created by God to be, that is the deepest desire of my heart. I send them like arrows out into the world, to…Read more Art in the everyday
Colleen Briggs Images & Writing 