The Promised Land
I’m a lover of words. But I’m also a lover of images, pictures, photos and movies because I know sometimes words aren’t enough. I know that sometimes as trite as it may sound, a picture really does paint a thousand words.
So today, thanks to my dear friend and teacher, Nita, I painted my new landscape. Well I didn’t really do that much painting – glue-ing and wax-ing and tearing and layering over-arched the “painting” bit but I do have paint on my fingers still: The residue of my prayers today in an art studio on the top floor of this old house next to a railroad.
I was playing with other words in my head as created: Strength. Heart. Courage. and this fantastic quote that called us pilgrim types to “ramble on.” But only two words made my art. two words, a tree, three flowers, a bird, a horizon and lots of texture.
so welcome to my new landscape – my new reality – the promised land I’m living into – a land I’m just beginning to see. a land captured and articulated better with color and texture than prose and drawings.
Cross the Jordan with me, please?
Ramble and Rest: the depth of which I have just begun to explore.
Hello Promised Land.
