There are pieces that want to be painted. They literally show you what they are, and we become a servant to the work. This was one of those.
The vertical climb of the Hope above the flying seagulls lifts one’s soul from the earth, to a more beautiful place.
I loved spending time with the Lord in this piece, a reflection of a part of my time staying in a more primitive cabin next to a small lake, healing, learning, remembering.
Layer by layer, I followed the work, and then the seagulls began to fly.
“Rising, Like Hope” was a piece in my first one man art show, along with Empty Nester and Earl’s painting – there were around 20 paintings there. Most were seeking Hope.
The painting went home with a man who purchased it from that show, we had our photo taken together in front of the painting. I was pleased it went home with someone who truly knew how to rise. It is a piece I hope I see again.