Poinsettia Blossoms
Here and there, gradually slipping up our walls and halls are Christmas red and green. Today, I wonder if Saint Nicholas isn’t partly responsible…at least for the bright red. He was a good and generous Bishop of red robes and kind gifts for others. Children learn of him first through Santa Claus, a variation through time and cultures of his name and person. So in his memory, we celebrate the Feast of St. Nicholas every December 6, and we sing: “Jolly, Old Saint Nicholas, bend your ear this way,” and ask Our Lord to come and with us ever stay.
Tweet Me Your Thoughts
Soft blue colors and little white birds…so soothing, so like the realms of the sky. I have been enjoying painting these sculpted, wired knick-knacks from a friend’s kitchen table. Will I ever finish with their charm? I do not think so. But someday I must return them to the owner; surely she misses them!
Poinsettia and Christmas Flower
This past Sunday marked the beginning of the Season of Advent for the Catholic Church, a time for reflective preparation for the celebration of the coming of the Savior Jesus Christ. Gradually, while we prepare spiritually, the decorations start to pop up everywhere until most walls and halls are decked with boughs of holly by December 25. I painted three of these small panels for a touch of that same spirit in someone’s home.
Autumn Bouquet
No longer are there any signs of colorful Fall around in Ohio. It is time for the snows to fly. But above are some of the last of autumn’s blooms. They added glory to the tables of our celebrations of Jubilee.
Try to Remember
Only one long lifetime ago, homes in America looked like this…maybe a wall map instead of a flatscreen. We interface with electronics almost continuously today; it is good to remember that we are still very much in need of “the quiet life” where thought and reflection can emerge without static. I took photos of an early American historic village in Connecticut for this painting.
