A MOMENT OF PERTURBATION

I don’t have a title for this painting yet, but the headline might be a good one if there weren’t angels swirling about behind him.

Sometimes I am overzealous in my “capturing a moment”, and don’t even consider that one may not want their photo taken at that time.

However, in my zeal I couldn’t resist the dramatic lighting and a 5′ high painting making a background that had been set there days before ready to deliver elsewhere. I loved how the angels surrounded his face. It was cool.

He was using a toothpick after eating, and I liked that.

He was not as zealous as I was. In fact, I was unconsciously intruding. Hence, the “slightly” perturbed look… which made the painting wonderful.

He has a very serious expression facing forward, contrasted by the angels swirling about his head. It felt almost paradoxical if you didn’t consider the story of how it came to be.

“UNTITLED” – 14″x 18″ – Oil – ©2023

I was what he was facing, I must confess, I might occasionally be annoying. I do take a lot of photos, taking paintings from some of them.

The painting behind him was of 1 Thess. 4:16-17. The angels were swirling around Jesus as He was coming in the sky to receive His believers to Himself. A moment we hope for, a moment that is referred to as “the rapture”. That painting can be viewed when you select the “Christian Art” tab on the home page.

So there’s the story, and the painting. I like it a lot. I think he likes it, too. A good alternative title might be “Grandpa Needs a Nap”. Hehe.

Yet it is a more serious work, and I feel it could use a better title.

If you have an idea, let me know.

SEASONS AND POINT OF VIEW

I looked up while sitting at my kitchen counter eating apple pie. (It was very good pie.) The view from my slightly lowered vantage point through the kitchen window was awe inspiring to me, the greatness of the sky and monsoon clouds proudly declaring God’s glory.

It was lovely to see the tip-tops of the cosmos visible high as the window ledge…. with water drops still gracing their petals. Small flowers against such a vast sky, yet their presence is declared in pronounced joy.

There are times where they are scampering with bumble bees and butterflies.

Glory days, the ending of summer into autumn.

Then a morning seeing this sunflower, the last one braving the season’s changes. It too, being very small, with a very large proclamation. Keep seeking the Face of the Son.

Even when you seem to be in the dark spaces, keep your face toward the Son. His Grace is Sufficient.