These paintings might be seen as images of the phrase "in the world but not of it." Here are our dwellings with windows and doors full of light. Here we are, as souls with eyes like windows, full of light.
Lights welcoming us home.
I have discovered that the titles of these paintings make a poem.
Waking up,
I see you.
Come along.
Stop here for a moment.
Come find me.
Moving through the night,
Places to rest,
Breath.
Almost home.
Lights welcoming us home.
I have discovered that the titles of these paintings make a poem.
Waking up,
I see you.
Come along.
Stop here for a moment.
Come find me.
Moving through the night,
Places to rest,
Breath.
Almost home.