Acrylic on canvas (18 x 24 in.)
I'm finding refuge in this valley of bones / My dry shadows follow everywhere I go / Out of darkness, you're calling me / I'd be so lost without your company / Ooh that's what the loss is / You feel your heart break / Ooh that's what the cost is / It's what you gain that takes your breath away.
Acrylic on canvas. 8 x 10 in. Sad season of life. There is nothing human (or humane) in ignoring grief. Allowing myself to feel the true weight of it requires time, attention, and a willingness to trust the process. In the end, after having crawled through it, something like joy accompanies us clear through to the other side.
Acrylic on canvas. 20 x 30 in.
From Psalm 55:8
Acrylic on canvas. 16 x 20 in.
I painted this after reading Paul Bonnifield's "The Dust Bowl: Men, Dirt & Depression" (Univ. New Mexico Press, 1979), with the image of unrelenting drought, arid winds blowing away much-needed topsoil, and the long-suffering heartiness of the folks living in America's stricken heartland during the Great Depression era.
Mixed media painting (twine, acrylic paint). 16 x 16 in. I had a dream of this odd shape (tent) and its colors (blue, yellow). I didn't really know what it meant, but once I started painting it, it felt like it wanted to be a tent of some sort. That made me think of the ancient Israelites wandering in the wilderness/desert for 40 years, and their mobile "tent of meeting" (tabernacle), which was the place where they would worship.