Since October

 This piece is born of several layers reworked on canvas since October. It’s about a spiritual and psychological metamorphosis that has taken shape in my life since October. Though I’ll always feel like it’s incomplete, this most recent layer offers a certain expression of emotional intensity that I’m happy to live with.

This piece is born of several layers reworked on canvas since October. It’s about a spiritual and psychological metamorphosis that has taken shape in my life since October. Though I’ll always feel like it’s incomplete, this most recent layer offers a certain expression of emotional intensity that I’m happy to live with.

C'est le temps que tu a perdu pour ta rose qui fait ta rose si importante. (Le Petit Prince)

 The backdrop to this piece is a silhouette of a mannequin that represents the suffocating melancholy of my soul during a depressive episode. The pale yellow and peach moon crescent represents the skinny light reflected off the sun and coming through in the darkness. The two floral buds connected by a stem expresses the cycles of rebirth between light and dark.

The backdrop to this piece is a silhouette of a mannequin that represents the suffocating melancholy of my soul during a depressive episode. The pale yellow and peach moon crescent represents the skinny light reflected off the sun and coming through in the darkness. The two floral buds connected by a stem expresses the cycles of rebirth between light and dark.

Three (III)

 30 years obeying, 3 years teaching, 3 hours redeeming.

30 years obeying, 3 years teaching, 3 hours redeeming.

Three (II)

 God is the universe within you and I;  God is the universe around us;  God is the pre-sent moment; God is now.

God is the universe within you and I;

God is the universe around us;

God is the pre-sent moment; God is now.

Three (I)

 To live well is to die well.  To die well is to love well.  To love well one must know God.

To live well is to die well.

To die well is to love well.

To love well one must know God.

Mountain themes

 There's a constant theme that comes through my paintings, and that is of mountains. I often reflect on why this might be. Perhaps it was that my time out west revealed a version of myself that I learned to love so dearly I'm scared I'll forget.

There's a constant theme that comes through my paintings, and that is of mountains. I often reflect on why this might be. Perhaps it was that my time out west revealed a version of myself that I learned to love so dearly I'm scared I'll forget.

Synchronicity

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I just wanted to paint blue

 Late have I loved you...  You called, shouted, broke through my deafness; you flared, blazed, banished my blindness; you lavished your fragrance, I gasped; and now I pant for you; I tasted you, and now I hunger and thirst; you touched me, and I burned for your peace.  - St. Augustine of Hippo

Late have I loved you...

You called, shouted, broke through my deafness;
you flared, blazed, banished my blindness;
you lavished your fragrance, I gasped; and now I pant for you;
I tasted you, and now I hunger and thirst;
you touched me, and I burned for your peace.

- St. Augustine of Hippo

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Wounding of an Unquiet Spirit

 They tell me there’s nothing wrong going on and that it’s all for show. I somehow know it’s not and that there’s something very bad going on.

They tell me there’s nothing wrong going on and that it’s all for show. I somehow know it’s not and that there’s something very bad going on.

No man is an island

 I’m in the hospital waiting to be seen. I watch others lying on their stretchers being treated. It’s a melange of a waiting room, general practitioner’s office, and surgical suite. I see myself on a stretcher. I have two bodies. I address this with the nurse and ask if I’m ok. She tells me she found something and that I need to go get treated and to go see the other nurse waiting for me in a surgical suite. I’m really worried now and start to cry. She seems unable to tell me something serious. That I’m much more sick than I thought I was. That in fact, I'm not simply visiting and that this has become home.

I’m in the hospital waiting to be seen. I watch others lying on their stretchers being treated. It’s a melange of a waiting room, general practitioner’s office, and surgical suite. I see myself on a stretcher. I have two bodies. I address this with the nurse and ask if I’m ok. She tells me she found something and that I need to go get treated and to go see the other nurse waiting for me in a surgical suite. I’m really worried now and start to cry. She seems unable to tell me something serious. That I’m much more sick than I thought I was. That in fact, I'm not simply visiting and that this has become home.

Child's Soliloquy

 I remember now, that intimate knowledge of You  Before I understood words  Before I learned how to navigate this world to survive  I knew You; I was sure of You  And I will know You every day until my last  From dust to dust You formed me  This life, all my experiences  In love, in loss  You carry me through these days  I am not alone  And knowing that is all I ever needed

I remember now, that intimate knowledge of You

Before I understood words

Before I learned how to navigate this world to survive

I knew You; I was sure of You

And I will know You every day until my last

From dust to dust You formed me

This life, all my experiences

In love, in loss

You carry me through these days

I am not alone

And knowing that is all I ever needed