Thursday, October 22, 2020

it might have been

fabric scraps

on acrylic and wood panel 

For all sad words of tongue and pen, 

The saddest are these,

 'It might have been'.

John Greenleaf Whittier



 A rhino is killed every 12 hours. 
How sad it will be if these endangered species 
become the next “it might have beens” our offspring will call extinct.

Tuesday, October 13, 2020

wrong will be right

“Right is right even if no one is doing it; 
wrong is wrong even if everyone is doing it.” 
― Saint Augustine

dismantled burlap
and discarded fabric scraps
on redeemed acrylic canvas

“Wrong will be right, when Aslan comes in sight,
At the sound of his roar, sorrows will be no more,
When he bares his teeth, winter meets its death,
And when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again.”
― C.S. Lewis, The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe

Friday, October 9, 2020

When darkness seems to win...

Study in Shadow Violet (DS)
Watercolor on Fabriano Paper


We pray for blessings
We pray for peace
Comfort for family, protection while we sleep
We pray for healing, for prosperity
We pray for Your mighty hand to ease our suffering
All the while, You hear each spoken need
Yet love is way too much to give us lesser things
'Cause what if your blessings come through raindrops
What if Your healing comes through tears
What if a thousand sleepless nights are what it takes to know You're near
What if trials of this life are Your mercies in disguise
We pray for wisdom
Your voice to hear
We cry in anger when we cannot feel You near
We doubt your goodness, we doubt your love
As if every promise from Your Word is not enough
All the while, You hear each desperate plea
And long that we'd have faith to believe
When friends betray us
When darkness seems to win
We know that pain reminds this heart
That this is not our home
What if my greatest disappointments
Or the aching of this life
Is the revealing of a greater thirst this world can't satisfy
What if trials of this life
The rain, the storms, the hardest nights
Are your mercies in disguise

~Laura Story, Blessings

Monday, May 27, 2019

Scottie (2003-2018)

“When the Man waked up he said, ‘What is Wild Dog doing here?’ 
And the Woman said, ‘His name is not Wild Dog any more, but the First Friend, because he will be our friend for always and always and always.'”





Watercolor on Kilimanjaro Paper

Scottie brought much delight in his 15 years of life.
He never outgrew his puppy face or paws.
And that he smiled, was undeniable.
His wag is still now, but his paw prints remain on many a heart.



Tuesday, March 5, 2019

Hand pierced for me...

Watercolor on AquaBoard

    “I desire him who died for our sake. 
I desire him who rose for us.
 Suffer me to receive the pure light;
 when I shall arrive there, 
I shall become a human being.” 
-Irenaeus of Lyons

God’s great project is the human being, 
Christ is the first true human, 
out of death comes life, 
and strength is made perfect in weakness. 
- Dr. John Behr




Friday, September 14, 2018

alive when caught

 He calls us all to step aboard his ship,
Take the adventure on this morning’s wing,
Raise sail with him, launch out into the deep,
Whatever storms or floods are threatening.
If faith gives way to doubt, or love to fear,
Then, as on Galilee, we’ll rouse the Lord,
For he is always with us and will hear
And make our peace with his creative Word,
Who made us, loved us, formed us and has set
All his beloved lovers in an ark;
Borne upwards by his Spirit, we will float
Above the rising waves, the falling dark,
As fellow pilgrims, driven towards that haven,
Where all will be redeemed, fulfilled, forgiven.

-Malcolm Guite
They pulled their boats up on the beach,  
left them, nets and all, 
and followed him.
- Luke 5:11 MSG
For by the net of holy preaching they drew fish, 
that is, 
men, from the depths of the sea,
 that is, 
of [unbelief], to the light of faith. 
Wonderful indeed is this fishing! 
for fishes when they are caught, soon after die; 
when men are caught by the word of preaching,
 they rather are made alive.
-ST. REMIGIUS

fabric scraps
cotton fishnet I did not order...
 but arrived via Amazon anyway  (they did not want it back)
white acrylic on canvas

Saturday, September 1, 2018

broken Bread - for us

“We are all mere beggars telling other beggars where we found bread.” 
— Martin Luther
watercolor on hot pressed arches paper
And Jesus said to them,
 “I am the bread of life. 
He who comes to Me shall never hunger,
 and he who believes in Me shall never thirst. . . 
I am the living bread which came down from heaven. 
If anyone eats of this bread, 
he will live forever.”

-John 6:35,51

Thursday, November 23, 2017

what Bilbo saw

re-purposed fabric on acrylic medium and canvas
24"X30"

“Such bees! Bilbo had never seen anything like them.
"If one were to sting me," He thought "I should swell up as big as I am!” 

― J.R.R. TolkienThe Hobbit
re-purposed fabric on acrylic medium and canvas
24"X30"

Tuesday, November 21, 2017

a million spices

re-purposed fabric scraps and acrylic paint on canvas 
(12"X12")
re-purposed fabric scraps and acrylic paint on canvas 
(12"X12")
acrylic paint and re-purposed fabric scraps on canvas 
(12"X12")
“Bees do have a smell, you know, 
and if they don't they should, 
for their feet are dusted with spices from a million flowers.” 
― Ray Bradbury

Monday, November 20, 2017

messenger of life

watercolor

For bees, the flower is the fountain of life;
For flowers, the bee is the messenger of love.


    -Kahlil Gibran

Thursday, August 24, 2017

family portrait

We all grow up with the weight of history on us. 
Our ancestors dwell in the attics of our brains 
as they do in the spiraling chains of knowledge 
hidden in every cell of our bodies. 

~Shirley Abbott



watercolor
for Dr. Fostenia Baker
a remarkable lady and friend

Call it a clan, 
call it a network,
 call it a tribe,
 call it a family: 
Whatever you call it, 
whoever you are, 
you need one.”

Jane Howard

Read this family's story
See the documentary featuring Dr. Fostenia Baker




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Friday, August 18, 2017

together

“When you stop expecting people to be perfect, 
you can like them for who they are.” 

― Donald Miller,
 A Million Miles in a Thousand Years: What I Learned While Editing My Life

watercolor on Fabriano paper

“I define connection 
as the energy that exists between people when they feel 
seen, 
heard, 
and valued; 
when they can give and receive without judgment; 
and when they derive 
sustenance and strength 
from the relationship.” 

― Brené Brown

Friday, August 4, 2017

alone

watercolor

Loneliness expresses the pain of being alone;
solitude expresses the glory of being alone.
– Paul Tillich


Friday, July 28, 2017

journey


watercolor

There is a joy in the journey
There's a light we can love on the way

-Michael Card 

Wednesday, July 19, 2017

Ace, therapy dog

Watercolor on Aquaboard
Ace is the 120lb Bernese Mountain dog of a friend.
He loves well.

“When an eighty-five pound mammal licks your tears away, 
then tries to sit on your lap,
 it’s hard to feel sad.”
Kristan Higgins

Friday, October 28, 2016

Wednesday, October 12, 2016

Nature's Affirmation #3: Bad Hair Day

varnished watercolor on aquabord

"You can't control everything.
Your hair was put on your head to remind you of that!"
-anonymous

And I will add that hurricanes will remind you of the same!
We were spared great damage,
but many of our neighbors were less fortunate...

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Friday, October 7, 2016

Affirmation #2: Fine Lines

varnished watercolor on aquabord


When we hold a photo negative up to the light 
all objects are reversed. 
Black is white, 
white is black. 
Moreover, the character lines of any face in the picture are not clear.
Once placed into the developing solution, 
what photographers call
 "the latent image" 
is revealed in the print -
darkness is turned to light; 
and, lo, 
we have a beautiful picture.


-Catherine Marshall

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Thursday, September 29, 2016

Nature's Affirmation #1: Baggy Eyes

varnished watercolor on aquabord

"Those bags under me eyes...?
 Well they just happen to be
 Designer bags."
-anonymous

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Friday, June 10, 2016

the ones we overlook...


watercolor

And blessèd are the ones we overlook;
The faithful servers on the coffee rota,
The ones who hold no candle, bell or book
But keep the books and tally up the quota,
The gentle souls who come to ‘do the flowers’,
The quiet ones who organise the fete,
Church sitters who give up their weekday hours,
Doorkeepers who may open heaven’s gate.
God knows the depths that often go unspoken
Amongst the shy, the quiet, and the kind,
Or the slow healing of a heart long broken
Placing each flower so for a year’s mind.
Invisible on earth, without a voice,
In heaven their angels glory and rejoice.

Friday, May 27, 2016

us


watercolor on fabriano paper

“How joyful to be together, alone
as when we first were joined...
... except that now we know

each other, as we did not then;
and now instead of two stories fumbling
to meet, we belong to one story
that the two, joining, made. And now

we touch each other with the tenderness
of mortals, who know themselves”
― Wendell Berry, Entries

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Thursday, March 31, 2016

turning

watercolor on aquaboard

“It is to be broken. 
It is to be torn open.
It is not to be reached 
and come to rest in
ever.
 I turn against you,
I break from you, 
I turn to you.
We hurt,
 and are hurt,
and have each other for healing.
It is healing.
 It is never whole.” 

Friday, March 18, 2016

how little it takes

                                           
                                                           watercolor on aquaboard

                                       “Again I resume the long
                                        lesson: how small a thing
                                         can be pleasing, how little
                                         in this hard world it takes
                                          to satisfy the mind
                                            and bring it to its rest.”
                                                   ― Wendell BerrySabbaths
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