Tuesday, February 25, 2014

"Sky Fire" 26x48, Oil on Canvas

24x48, Oil on Canvas
 
 
 
I just finished this commission yesterday. I am so grateful it went so smoothly as the dear woman who commissioned it loves it! Yeah!
 
All I can say is prayer always comes through the process of painting. I pray before and during the painting process. Sometimes in just phrases of, "Please help me Lord," to longer prayers for the person who commissioned the piece. In Medieval times the apprentice would learn from the Master Artist how to do everything that pertained to painting. I read that they also learned through each step to pray over every layer of paint. It makes me think how much we need that today. I need it. If I shift my thoughts to Him and His love I always find my center, my joy, my life. Don't for a minute think I'm not nervous before a blank canvas. I am! And prayer helps that too. Just as it steadies my thoughts and heart it also opens up the process to something greater. God IN all things. From my waking to my eating to my working and my sleep.

Tuesday, February 4, 2014

"Tempest" 16x20, Oil on Gessobord.

"The Tempest" 16x20, Oil on Gessobord
 
 
 
I finished this for a friend that I really got to know over a blog she was keeping as she was a missionary in a foreign land (I will not mention her name here or her work as that is HER story and not mine to tell). I loved reading how she was teaching women to share their own stories. She was giving them hope and confidence to tell what God had done. I loved reading about them and seeing their bright smiles.
 
My friend also shared some of the hard parts of being a missionary and particularly a single woman on the field. Her struggles were real and painful and heartbreaking. She wanted me to paint her a picture of her time on the mission field. I prayed that God would give me a glimpse into that place she was in. I believe what she did mattered! It was lovely AND it was hard. Storms are like that. And even in the middle of doing God's will you can feel alone.
 
I hope you see the light and the rain and you think of beauty. Yes, even here in this hard place...He is softening something for good. Just like my friend and those women and the stories that fell upon listening ears. Softening, raining, beautiful love.