Wall of Red Paintings

Can you see a sea of red paintings where each can stand on its own merits but the sum of its parts is even stronger? This is in progress. It is an expression of us, we have our own voice and convictions; yet, we stand together in this decaying world. I read a posting by a Father Stephen and why the small things matter. The words were emotionally touching because I often discount the small things in daily life, as I strive to obtain a level above survival mode. It is devastating to be rejected, tossed on the heap, viewed as spent, of little value when I once was singing and earning gold…… My input was highly valued and backed with a salary exceeding abundance, laced with benefits and regular, handsome quarterly bonuses with constant talk of cutting-edge technology. I miss the mass of people I met on trains, planes, the sleek,colorful work environments not to mention the off hours play grounds.  Someday I will look back on this solitary life as a blessing but currently I crave for the excitement of hectic airports, business suits, deadlines and long hours. Yeah, vanity, vanity all is vanity because love is where the important things lay— without it, we are a clanging cymbal explaining why I am so brassy. Love only comes from the power higher than me, the one who gave atonement for my short comings. yet He seems so remote and unconcerned with my state of affairs as He sees a bigger, all encompassing picture.

FIRE

The purging fire that brings blazes of heat, red, gold and awesome flicking, licking and ultimate destruction kills all in its path. It shows no mercy, favoritism or even prejudice, it just consumes. Fire is fascinating at a certain distance, too close an we all know what happens. The colors are awesome and the way the flames flickering into the sky in a unpredictable pattern is awe striking. Fire, is one thing snuggle around with friends and quite another to watch ones house with all your memories eaten and vanished in a few minutes.

The redeeming perspective it that only birth can come unless there is a death. Only the new can come after the old prairie grass has been consumed by fire. To be continued.

Three reds in Progress

Three red work in progress. I hate stopping works in progress as it’s hard to pick up the momentum that previously blazed golden. There is something intriguing about the purging, purification that comes from fire. these works speak of fire colors but the images are most cells of life.

Red Paintings

May 2007, I was intrigues with reds. A highly creative artist friend made snide comments about red paintings. The statement intrigued me to try my hand at reds, orange, and coppers. These are sketches for future paintings and remind me of my favorite season: Fall. One awesome characteristic of my home town environment is an opportunity to expereince all four seasons.

Lindee Hoptoad

Lindee Hopkins an artist who speaks from the heart. She has fought the good fight against, what she calls the C-train, two separate incidences of cancer. Her vivacious nature and faith in the Creator kept her focused on the fight. She de-boarded and has emerged a reborn creature. She began doing art pieces dedicated to those she loves. This piece was made for me. I have yet to get a decent digital image

Hope Beyond Our Strength

This piece was done in July, as a result of seeing a four year old boy struggle for his the beating of his heart. There were no words to express my inner anguish hence I painted. It was only recently that I learned from his parents that green is the color of hope.