Showing posts with label Africa. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Africa. Show all posts

Sunday, July 27, 2025

unfolding


 watercolor
on cold-pressed Kilimanjaro paper

“Live the life that unfolds before you- 
love goodness more than you fear evil.”

― Jonathan Rogers, The Bark of the Bog Owl

Thursday, March 27, 2025

the posture of grace

 

watercolor
on cold-pressed Kilimanjaro paper

You must forgive in order to understand. 

Until you forgive, 

you defend yourself against the possibility of understanding...

 If you forgive... 

you may indeed still not understand, 

but you will be ready to understand, 

and that is the posture of grace.


-Marilynne Robinson, Home


Sunday, March 16, 2025

to be whole...

 

acrylic
on streched canvas

“...until we allow not only elephants, 
but all living creatures 
their place in the sun, 
we can never be whole ourselves.”

― Lawrence Anthony, 

...the scales balance...

watercolor 
on cold pressed Kilimanjaro paper

“The Weighing”
by Jane Hirshfield

The heart's reasons
seen clearly,
even the hardest
will carry
its whip-marks and sadness
and must be forgiven.

As the drought-starved
eland forgives
the drought-starved lion
who finally takes her,
enters willingly then
the life she cannot refuse,
and is lion, is fed,
and does not remember the other.

So few grains of happiness
measured against all the dark
and still the scales balance.

The world asks of us
only the strength we have and we give it.
Then it asks more, and we give it.

Saturday, June 24, 2023

...waiting...

acrylic on canvas

This waiting is messy, but one thing is clear: 

This waiting is not passive. 

This waiting invites us to hold the painful present 

and calibrate it with future hope. 

The waiting actively affirms the importance of life’s sorrows a

the Man of Sorrows guides us through.


-Mike Ahn

Friday, February 19, 2021

you cannot ever leave completely... nor do you want to...


watercolor

'You cannot leave Africa, Africa said. 
It is always with you, there inside your head. 
Our rivers run in currents in the swirl of your thumbprints; 
our drumbeats counting out your pulse; 
our coastline the silhouette of your soul.' 

-Bridget Dore
from the poem Africa Smiled