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House of Healing (oil on canvas 24x18)
Badly Summarised WIP Poll
Thanks for tagging me, @autumnalwalker! :D
Rules: Pick a bunch of your WIPs and summarize them as badly as possible, then ask your followers to vote on which one they'd be most likely to read. Multiple/all/none options are completely optional.
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My teenage angst now has a higher body count than most medieval warlords
Here we go again. Here we go again. Here we go again. Here we go...
*cocks gun* Put your hands up and back away from the teenager RIGHT NOW
How not to get rid of unwanted guests for dummies
Everyone would be happier if local man stuck to acting
Local man can't beat off unwanted suitor with a stick
We interrupt this murder mystery for a romance and a horror story
Local women make new and exciting alterations to a recipe
Tagging @sam-glade, @sarandipitywrites, @akindofmagictoo, @oh-no-another-idea, and anyone else who wants to do this! :D Also tagging @blind-the-winds, who started this tag game chain and asked to be tagged by others who do it.
Vintage Soviet Christmas tree glass ornaments
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Hidden Pearl (oil painting on wood panel and sculpted clay frame)
On Silver Glass
As I paint each of these images, I imagine a place illuminated by a light that is not of this world—a place where the water of life urges everything to live the way it is meant to. A place where the chorus of angels echoes between the hills, and as their voices climb to the highest mountains, they disperse into shimmering notes.
It is a place of bliss and happiness, hidden away from us for now. Perhaps it is a place you glimpsed in your childhood, only to realize that it is not yet time. Not until we cross the bridge. Not until we walk through the old wardrobe into the forest meadow with the lamp. Not until we have done what we are called to do here.
There is an almost unreal purity in the nature of this place. A hidden pearl—a temple, or perhaps a stronghold—calls its people home, yet lets them wander the fields as they please.
This series of paintings is only the surface of what I am trying to portray through the expression Silver Glass. It reaches far deeper than any single artistic style. This first collection is perhaps the most naïve of them all. I usually try to anchor my paintings in a more realistic style, but with this series I wanted to offer a glimpse of that place through a more childlike approach. I found that intensely vivid greens and blues, with an almost impressionistic quality, conveyed that feeling best.
These are the kinds of paintings you catch only in passing as you walk down a hallway or step into your room. They remain there in silence, unnoticed for most of the day, never large enough to fill your field of vision, yet always waiting for the right moment to be seen. Even in that passing glance, you immediately recognize the landscape or the scene, and it stays with you. You remember it.
Next time, I hope to tell more about this place and the inspirations behind it.