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.
Saint Kateri Takakwitha
At age 12 I remember entering the printed pages of Kateri’s Mohawk life and her serious gift of life to God. Though she lived in the 1600’s , we know a good part of her history, because of the Jesuit missionaries who recorded it in letters and reports as they labored among her people. Young as I was, she captured my imagination. She was an American, a flower of the land, and at the time I was reading my library book, she was known as “Venerable Kateri”. On October 21, a few weeks ago, the Church, elevated her title to “Saint”, and with the Church I celebrate the solemn and public proclamation. In her own time among her own people, she was called the “Lily of the Mohawks.” I so look forward to meeting her one day.
