For artists, sometimes an empty canvas can sort through the...
Turn on my favorite songs and paint, with no agenda, to later see the story that appears.
The stories always appear on what, were previously, empty screens.
Every time I paint, the canvas, once painted, reflects some ounce of some trace of some part of some story inside of the soul in me.
Before I start to paint, I looked and the canvas and I closed my eyes and I thought, "How do I feel"?
The finished piece reflects that fact that I KNOW that when I go into the clicks and sticks of the loneliest moments of this medical walk of mine....I KNOW that no person is there, but that Jesus is with me....
I have never painted a Cross until last night...and, last night, I finally painted the Cross...
I love it...so soothing...
Internally, as scared as I am of the proceedures, I always envision Him being in there with me...
Holding my trembling body, my fearful hands and wiping my tears throughout the extent of the procedures, that is what happens in the hours behind the curtains where no other person ever sees me, except for Him.
