Pondering the Path

For a great length of time I have been quiet here.  Every now and then a word, a picture, a bit of news.  The still.  I have been praying.  Still praying.  There are some new directions for me, something I have been waiting on for a time.  I hope to reveal more soon, but for now please enjoy the above art, an old work revisited.

sketching it in

This is it.  The final days, moments, and hours of 2010 are upon us.  A little dramatic, but when it comes to lasts I usually am.  If you are also a mother and fond of lasts then Let Me Hold You Longer  is a book I recommend.

We have ended our year with full plates, surgeries, illness, busy schedules... but also with lots of praise, prayers, encouragement, and worship.  I have also had time to reflect on my artwork and consider the possibilities I have for this season of my life.  I prayerfully will be bringing some new work into my shop such as stationary and prints.

Have a beautiful end of 2010!

Blue Run Down

The hairs gliding over the canvas feels good.  Texture in my hands, starting fresh, starting new.  Some I know what they will be, others are still unknown to me.  I don't know when it will all get done.  I once had all the time I could ever ask for, but it felt so empty in my hands.  

Stirring in the bedroom lets me know little ones will be up soon.  This too short time, so filled now.  I clean my brushes in the sink, watch the blue run down.  

Little ones ready to play.  Paint drying and waiting.

Trying and Nearing

I've been trying for several months now to get this close to being done. The image changed, the concept changed...laundry, spills, laughter, goodnight kisses in between. I'm near. Can I really taste the end? The Festival deadline is around the corner.

Through it all have I stayed with my eyes on the cross? Did I turn to the left in frustration and the right in impatience? Oh but I have a merciful God whose grace abounds.

"In the secret place of His tent He will hide me" Psalm 27:5... even still He loves me, He places me under His protective wing.

storm making

Pulling out the brushes from their locked cabinet, feeling their soft hairs... it felt so good to be holding them again. How many days have gone by?

The first, faithful, coat upon which the whole painting is built.

I've been here before. What number is this? But it has been too long since I last painted one.

I can't remember why I stopped, perhaps I just felt it was time. Perhaps I didn't understand my reason for making them.

Not finished, but at the cries of my youngest it is time to set the Tornado aside for the day. It waits in all its quiet violence for my return...to round it's edges, to give depth to its curled clouds.

Fresh

after the first layer of paint has been applied

Building up the background

adding in the imagery