There is a huge full moon tonight. It is hidden by soft cloud, but the contour is so distinct that it is lovely.
I find myself working later and later into the evening..and because I didn’t clean my brushes until before seven, I decided to stay for Mass. It was in itself, beautiful. I sit here in the quiet of the computer room, both teenagers gone, feeling pretty blessed before my God.
As I painted red for the first time, I feel particularly emotional/thoughtful. I worked in free brush marks, but as I turned away from them and then revisited them, they had become drips…moving into gold. I could not help but think about the passion and love of Christ because the story of that Passion was before me on a wall….again and again. I will leave the original drips of red as a first layer and will not alter them….here begins the story….the excavation of the landscapes of Jesus…man who was carpenter….someone we know little about for much of his life. My, what a struggle this young guy took on! It is an honour to have anything to do with this project at all. What a privilege!
Flames…tongues of fire…fire and water…huge symbols!