Friday, September 23, 2011
This will be my final piece until after Cottonwood. I've got so much wiring and packing up to do. I did want to have some new skies as well as trees for the show and it looks like over 50% of my booth will be all new work. I praise God for the things He's been showing me and the things that have been quickening my heart.
I love the way rain looks from a distance (I like to be in the rain too). We sure have needed it here in Texas. It's been a terrible summer for the farmers and ranchers. These past few weeks we've had more than sprinkles we've been getting some good soaks. We could use some more of them too. Say a prayer for Texas and while you at it say a prayer for America. Living God, rain down on all of us.
Monday, September 19, 2011
I've been sitting in Psalm 40 lately. It begins, "I waited patiently for the Lord and He turned to me and heard my cry." I have a hard time being patient in storms. I want them to be done. I want to learn my "lesson" and then move on. I've been thinking about the dialog in this verse that doesn't even use words. As I wait He is turning to me already. He heard me as I just STARTED to cry. Not while the storm was pummeling me and I cried out for mercy. As the tears started to well up in my eyes He heard me.
Throughout this Psalm David is reminding God of his ordeal, his situation, his struggle and pleading with God to not be forgotten or silent. Ever felt like that? Ever heard the sound of a strong rain and been able to cry so loudly that no one else in the whole house could hear you? Sometimes those storms can sound so big that they drown out everything else. I keep reminding myself that God likes to use the quiet of our hearts, the still voice, the whisper to communicate. I think being patient means being still and listening with "tears" in our ears.
I think of an oak tree. How still it is throughout it's life. Yes, it sways in the wind and bends but it doesn't go anywhere. It doesn't have a path to chart or somewhere else to be. It remains fixed to it's spot especially if the roots are sure and held fast. I love the symbolism in that. We are given circumstances throughout our life that pummel us and seek to rip us apart with the fury of the storm. Yet, if we have our roots sure we can be still. We can bend to the wind but not yield. We can wait patiently on the Lord even when the world is whipping and thrashing all around. We can be held in place by a God who turned to face us, so He could hear us and whisper, "I've got you."
Friday, September 16, 2011
Finished this little piece today. I like the Evergreens standing like sentinels in the mist.
My palette was Ultramarine Blue, Paynes Grey and Titanium White.
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Thursday, September 8, 2011
16x40, Oil on Canvas
After finishing, "White Cascade" I wanted to do another one but more in stages. My actual thought was to have a waterfall that looked like tree branches but I'm not sure I got that. It's hard to paint things that are just in your mind as if in a dream.
I thought about the throne of God as the River of Life is said to pour from it. I liked the feeling that there is no end and no beginning (just as He is that way). The mist lends itself to a mystery just through the water. I also thought of evergreens being a symbol of eternal life.
My palette was Ultramarine Blue, Titanium White, Paynes Grey and a hint of Sap Green.
I've done this one in a 6x6 and a 8x10 (they all differ but the mood is the same). I thought I'd get even bigger with it and make the blue a more grey-blue (a mixture of Pthalo Blue and Paynes Grey).
I've got about 7 pieces to finish before Cottonwood in three weeks. Say a prayer.