“She wanted to know why they don’t have faces.” the shop owner smirked. It was funny ’cause I remembered when I started painting the faceless “girls” and how intrigued she was. Over a year ago, I began and now I continue, with an occasional expression only hinted at. Mostly though, I go back to the regularity of serene and left open for interpretation or I got bright and reminiscent of little girl me and my mama I imagine her young.
Here are recents:
Twice now, Tuesday night and Wednesday, I did the things that must be done and sat to paint with an hour becoming three.
My happy way of escaping life.
The next time, I’ll return to the Angels.
Waiting for angels to dry, I painted my son’s dog who’s actually sort of kind of mine.
Angels on reclaimed barn wood.
Bold florals and tall pines from Peacock Hill
“I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well.”
Psalms 139:14 ESV
Peace Like A River, mixed media
in my element
The one that caused me much reconsidering.
Someone mentioned color today and I thought of blue hydrangea.
I’ll Fly Away…some glad morning.
I’ve everything I need.
New pieces…a whole lot of layers and messy abandon in the creative!
Someone I’ve not seen in twenty plus years, lives in another state, asked to buy a painting. She had no requests, just an angel painting. So, I suppose, I thought she might need the comfort of Jesus, the nearness of him. I painted a quiet girl on a background alive with green. She’ll hang it next to a shadow box she said, the one that contains the things of an angel, a sister she never got to know. May this painting bring joy to its owner, its new home.
Something a little different and free…more light and more strongly angelic.
Twas grace thus far and grace will lead me on. Amazing.
Old frame, new painting
Painted today, no agenda. Pastels, watercolor, thick white and creamy acrylic.
Charcoal lines and shadows. Pink cheeks, bluebird blue.
Painting came back and found me when a room became empty and time and space in my heart lent themselves to being filled.
I paint, totally absorbed in the process and unaware of time. It’s a beautiful and messy process, my hands are all in.
Painting, nor writing are good if done in search of validation or in response to demand.
A stroke of color or sway of a line that pleases my eye.
A set of words or a paragraph that causes me to pause
So much me, I wonder should I keep it to myself.
Painting and writing are these.
My colors are bright and joyful, abstract or real. They convey either joy or dismay, other things we feel that fall between the two.
My “angel ministry” began from sketches in margins of my bible of brown haired girls in long gowns. Heads tilted one way or another, bodies confident or seeking to be renewed. Their arms, usually by their sides, waiting in their pose, I see myself in each of them.
Painting to me, a return to joy, an acknowledgment of unique treasure not taken for granted.
Here are a few of my pieces. Originals are available by order. Typically, the angel paintings are created based on the person someone is hoping to remember or in response to a current time or need in their own lives. Prints are available, or originals upon request. I accept payments through PayPal. Leave a comment if you’re interested in my work.