This winter I offered up so many prayers — some I’ve found the words for, and others I have not. There’s a groan and an ache, a grief and a breaking, that my words simply cannot seem to find. So I’ve been writing what I can express, and letting the paint and the Spirit do the rest. This body of work speaks to lost prayers, hidden words, and found hope. Some words sink below the surface, and others rise up through the murk. I hope what is good and true will come to light while everything else slips away.
Anger and honesty, self-reflection and self-condemnation, hope and longing — they’re all here, just under the surface. Some coming through the cracks, and others fully obscured like seeds buried by the soil, waiting for the sun and rain to bring a better life beyond this death.
The chaos in our world, nation, communities, and homes is loud. It’s so easy to lose track of the greater story at work. But I hope today you can slow down and take a breath. Trace where you are in the story, when you took up hope or were reminded of the greater Grace at play. And remember that Light will come out of this on the other side just as brilliant. And so will you.
Every bit of this work is multi-layered and meaningful— not just the content of the writing, but even the script with which the words are written. It speaks to change and growth, trauma and finding beauty in it. It speaks to my honest journey, and the goodness of being right here.
This series of work has been so freeing, and contemplative, and inspiring. Built on a foundation of words and thoughts that remain beneath the surface, these paintings explore the functions of our processing, and how beautiful things come out of hard healing.
