Sun Moon and Stars

Acrylic on Canvas
24X24
Wedding Gift for Suzie and Thomas Hollema

Spring

Commissioned by Tyndale University to raise money for Missions
Acrylic on Canvas
24"X36"
2008

African Sunset

Commissioned by Tyndale University for auction to raise money for IJM
Acrylic on Canvas
24"X36"
2008

Purple Waterlily

Created for Mom and Dad on their 25th wedding anniversary
Acrylic on Canvas
30'X 36'
2008

Fruitbowl

New Years Eve 2007

Welcome to My Hole

It's not much of a hole...it's more like an amazingly fabulously bright mansion in the heart of a beautiful country, that God has given me to eat, sleep, study, live, and create...and my supergreat roomies have generously put up with me and my paint.

Somehow in life, I always manage to find a small space which I begin to take over and pretty much live in. Back in the day that was my parent's basement where I hid behind my books and pencils and hats...now it has become the little space behind the couch in the living room of the apartment I live in...that is where I do almost all my sitting. Why a hole? Well...it's not so much that it's ACTUALLY a hole..it's more just that I'm always there and other people tell me I'm in my hole.. I like knowing I have a space to just be. Be who I am and who I want to be..and when I am always in the same little space, it almost becomes my 'prayer closet' in a way...just a place where I spend my introverted time with my God...kind of like an old man smoking his pipe in his rocker on the front porch with a good book. It's a predictable and comforting place where he can be.

So this has now become an extention of my 'hole'...I'm not planning to write very much here...only because at this point in life I am supposed to be blogging and logging and journally for almost all my classes, for my placement, AND just because I like to and need to get my thoughts out and writing makes me actually do that when I don't talk....

Thanks to a great friend, I have taken up painting again, and thanks to a great God it has become one of the greatest sources of soul quieting healing. I give all the credit of anything you see here to my God and Father in heaven. It is He who enables and inspires.

Praise God.

Enjoy.

A blanket of snow has fallen.
It sparkles in the moonlight.

The whites slowly become red.
The blue turns to green.
From somewhere deep inside
A river flows out through the deepest dark.
Is the river frozen?
The river flows and flows
Where does it begin?
Where does it fine replenishment?

It sparkles in the moonlight.
A blanket of snow has fallen.

Somehow the river has become dry.
Still blue. A stream now.
Is it pure? Is it lovely?
Pouring. Always pouring.
Beauty seems unattainable.
What is love?
This also seems never to be fully grasped.
Still flowing. Slowly.

A blanket of snow has fallen.
It sparkles in the moonlight.

Is that beauty?
The stream glistens as it flows.
Is this love?
The water turns to wine.
So full. Now white.
Purity is found. Lovely.
There is no end.
The river flows. Always filling.

It sparkles in the moonlight.
A blanket of snow has fallen.

Forever being filled.
The whites slowly close.
Green has vanished.
The river flows from out of the deep.
Never ending.
The sparkles fill the water.
Love is present though unattained.
The whites search. Seek.

A blanket of snow has fallen.
It sparkles in the moonlight.

We are the broken
Colorblind
Under the rich blue hue of dusk
We are
Seas of emerald blades shiver
We are the same
Each wing, vibrant violet and magenta
We are different
Through ruby red spews shades
We hide behind
The low orange glow illuminates
We do
From off the mountain his face glowed
We are the light
Beauty is found in color
We are you
A rainbows transparency grows
We are me
We are the loved