Saturday, March 26, 2016

Gray Sabbath

Gray Sabbath
So, as it turns out, it doesn’t really matter how I open up this dumb canvas panel. Just get the stupid plastic out of the way. What difference does it make? Really, what difference does anything make.


They are all out there in the cold sunshine, heading to Wal-Mart to buy plastic eggs and plastic grass and shiny white little girl shoes. And bunny suits and candy. Tons of candy.


If He is really dead – DEAD – then what is the point? My whole life makes no sense at all. Why did I even wake up this morning? I am going to mix paint and paint the whole thing gray. Blah. Lifeless. I just keep on seeing that cross… everywhere.

I need some more caffeine.

Green and red are the colors that I mixed to make my dead gray. Doesn’t that seem ironic to anyone else? Christmas colors? As if that birth, all that time ago, means anything whatsoever if He is dead. Dead. I need to go rinse my brush in that dirty water.

Yep. So there is my painting. It’s done. Like it? (HA HA HA!) 

(Oh, my dear reader, I cannot leave you here! You have to also see THIS! Romans 10:8-10 But what does it say? “The word is near you, in your mouth and in your heart” (that is, the word of faith that we proclaim); because, if you confess with your mouth that Jesus is Lord and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved. For with the heart one believes and is justified, and with the mouth one confesses and is saved.)


  1. I'm finally getting around to reading my blogs, this one is very meaningful. I like how you just get your emotions out there and on the canvas. The irony of the red and green making gray and black is something I hadn't thought of before.

    1. Thank you. This was tough to paint and tough to write about!