• A Sacrifice / The Burghers of Calais

    12 x 12 inches oil, wax. gold, and newspaper on panel (black floater frame) A golden port city image was the base for this painting about sacrifice. When the port city of Calais, France was besieged by England, in exchange for lifting the siege, the city sacrificed six of its citizens. Rodin memorialized this historical event in "The Burghers of Calais." The red above their heads indicates this sacrifice and the gold vertical edge suggests a glimpse into the eternal city and the sacrifice of Jesus.
  • Ascension - Into Thin Air

    12 x 12 inches oil, wax, gold, newspaper on panel This small painting framed in a black floater frame references The Ascension (of Jesus) and compares it to man's attempt at ascension to the heavens -- the Space X launch and the story, "Into Thin Air" of scaling Mt Everest.  
  • In The Midst of The Stones of Fire

    12 x 12 oil and wax on panel "You were Cast from the Stones of Fire, O guardian cherub. You were proud because of your beauty; you corrupted your wisdom for the sake of your splendor." Ezekiel 28:n 14ff This is an allusion to Satan who was cast down because of his pride. God says in verse 14, "You were an anointed guardian cherub, I placed you, you were on the holy mountain of God in the midst of the stones of fire you walked. You were blameless in your ways from the day you were created, till unrighteousness was found in you... then I cast you from the mountain of God and I destroyed you, O guardian cherub, from the midst of the stones of fire.
  • One Who Came On The Waters of Time / YHWH

    oil and wax and gold 12 x 12 in black floater frame SOLD The One Who Came is Jesus. The Incarnation is the focal point of history. And Jesus is LORD -- translated  YHWH. The triune God, who is One, entered time and space which He created out of water. He came to redeem it. Emmanuel! The original painting is sold, but I have made it available as a giclee in various size options and also various media, including canvas, papers, and metal. Try it on your wall in a large format at my SHOP LINK 
  • Silence

    $450.00

    Silence

    12 x 12 inches oil and wax and collage in black floater frame This is a small reflective piece on being still and waiting on the Lord who oversees all our stories. "Be silent in the presence of the LORD God; for the day of the LORD is at hand. For the LORD has prepared a sacrifice; He has invite His guests." Zephaniah 1:7
  • The Reaper and the Long Pandemic

    16 x 20 ( in matt black shadow box frame) oil and wax and Wall Street Journal The Wall Street Journal words, "The Long Pandemic" and "Enfolded in Deceptive Design" are visible beneath this painting. Also the images of people dragging their blue masks, like kites, and running in fear, reminded me of the fear and fate of those who were deceived into taking an experimental vaccine to protect themselves from a virus, which was "enfolded in deceptive design."  Many have become victims of the Grim Reaper. Thankfully God "well knows the pograms of fools." (Banding poem).
  • Sale!

    The Voyage

    Original price was: $690.00.Current price is: $650.00.

    We-Are-Going...Vessel-14-x-Voyage

    14 x 18 inches oil and beeswax and butterfly on canvas This vessel is a metaphor for our "voyage" or pilgrimage on earth towards eternity. The scrawled text is taken from "Island of the World" by Michael O'Brien. "Look neither to the left nor the right, my mariner. We'll dream of long abandoned ways."
  • Both my Incarnation and my Vessel Series are referenced in this painting titled from the poem, “The Weight of a Leaf” by Myra Scovel. We have bent to love, as a twig bends to the weight of a leaf…. is a description of sacrificial love. It is a description of the God above who sent his son to rescue broken vessels. The figures above suggest the Triune God, the Three in One, who bent to earth to redeem and love. The vessel is a symbol of who we are as humans in need of this love and rescue. This painting is also available as a giclee in various sizes on canvas and paper. Check out the options and try it on your wall on my SHOP LINK
  • Sale!

    We Are Going, They Said, To The End of the World II

    Original price was: $790.00.Current price is: $690.00.

    "We Are Going," They Said, "To the End of the World" II

    13 x 17 inches oil and wax and gold on panel This title, taken from Dana Gioia's poem by the same name, is the second painting with this title. My narrative abstract artwork concerns the Biblical theme of pilgrimage and teleological travels. The God who created the world knows our end from our beginning. Our days are in his hands and are progressing towards eternity.
  • In The Theater of the Heart

    12 x 12 inches oil and wax on panel

    The human heart is theater unless redeemed by the God who gives one "a heart of flesh for a heart of stone."

    Left to its own devices the human heart is deceitful and dreadfully wicked. In this painting a heart is being monitored on a cell phone. But who can really judge the heart and the thoughts of a man? Only the God who knows our thoughts before there is a word on our tongue. Psalm 139: 4. This painting also brought to mind a panel of judges reviewing a heart. No need to see your personal doctor. The medical jury is having it watched.

  • Vessels

    $450.00

    Vessels

    12 x 12 inches oil and wax and graphite We are vessels, containers created for glory, when we can truly walk on water!
  • oil and charcoal and mixed media on panel
    20 x 24 inches (in black 4" frame) This mixed media painting has collage elements in it - a Chinese character (top right), a piece of envelope, and a yellow bird. The nets are a metaphor for God's sovereign catching and care for his beautiful "birds"/ his redeemed people. It is inspired by the poem Banding by Suzanne Rhodes. Banding
    The nets of God hang in every wild place
    to catch the unwary migrant, one with the skull
    still soft the journey barely started,
    another to fall from the sky on the ten thousandth mile,
    but when he holds one of those small terrified
    bodies like a jewel between his thumb and forefinger
    and unfans the wing to measure it, secretly admiring
    the bars he conceived to catch his own hungry eye
    and the little claw foot he rings with a coded band
    that numbers the feathers and weds him forever
    to the pulse in his palm that recalls his own heaving heart
    the day he flew into a net and hung there thirsting
    in the woods where only a wasp moved, flicking cobalt wings,
    when he lets go, when he flings what he has marked
    into emptiness, he follows the speck with his eye
    to South America and farther, to white unmapped fields
    known intimately in the mind of one who flies.
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