Akin to Prayer
Akin to Prayer Early this week, we celebrated balmy spring weather, almost to the point of my pulling out my summer wardrobe. Tomorrow night, it is supposed to be frigid. And in between were thunder storms, which I love when they don't bring damage in their wake. To me, spring brings something that is just spectacular in the deep blue of the sky (whenever the Hoosier perma-gray breaks for a minute), and especially the bare sycamore trees reaching upward into that blue. 4" x 4" Painted with artist quality heavy-body acrylic paint on 1.5” deep cradled wood panel Edges painted black Click here to view on my website. When I look up at the trees, particularly in the spring when their skeletons are showing, but they are also beginning to bud, it feels like more than just a cool view from nature. There are bones of hope and buds of promise there. For me, there is something about the very act of tipping my head so that my eyes turn upward that is akin to prayer. Painting...