Psalm 56:8 (New American Standard Bible, NASB) You have taken account of my wanderings; Put my tears in Your bottle. Are they not in Your book?
As I began to paint again, irresistibly drawn by "the stronger pull," an old theme re-surfaces. The idea that out of the fiercest flames of our lives, we are granted wings to fly high - and carry others with us. The Wings are Mine Dense winged creature clawing my chest - cawing over charred dreams,…Read more Out of Flames… Wings
Abba Lot went to see Abba Joseph and said to him, “Abba as far as I can I say my little office, I fast a little, I pray and meditate, I live in peace and as far as I can, I purify my thoughts. What else can I do?” then the old man stood up…Read more All Flame
Many times for me, painting is a language I speak to myself – to affirm what I know to be true and thus to persuade my own heart to believe. The physical world around me, in a similar way, constantly whispers metaphors to me concerning spiritual truths. In this painting, for example, I wrestle with Newton's third law…Read more Believing What I Can’t See
I would really like to just stop painting. I'm weary of the creative journey at the moment. The impetus - I entered a show and didn't get in. And I thought - I'm done with this. I would like to be happy doing something else. I made it almost a month, and then I couldn't…Read more Trying Again
What if Love has the power to pull you through darkness into looming space so broad and free it takes your breath away? And what if Love's mighty agenda is to crown you with the treasures gathered in darkness? What if Love knows the way to resurrection? ........................................................... I am convinced that the theme of death and resurrection is encoded…Read more Resurrection