Acrylic and oil on masonite.
I was never a little girl who wanted to grow up to be a ballerina, a princess, or an actress. Nope, about third or fourth grade I went through my very own “what-I-want-to-be-when-I-grow-up” phase. The careers I most considered were marine biology, meteorology, and astronomy. Yeah, I was a bit of a freak child. Though I went on to do none of those things, I still have a deep fascination for the sciences, especially astronomy. Have you ever seen any of the images sent back by the Hubble telescope?! They’re like massive, richly colored paintings, displays of color and light out in the great vastness of space. Anyway, I was inspired to create a piece based on those miracles of space, namely nebulae, where, quite often, birth is given to new stars.
I spent a fantastic weekend at a friend’s farmhouse in the country recently. Among the many wonderful things that occurred over the weekend, I spent some quality time playing with my camera, specifically, the time exposure. You know what is so beautiful and fun to photograph with time exposure? A bonfire.
Here are my favorites, from a ridiculous number of photographs:
A couple months ago, I read The Shack, which began slowly but turned into quite a powerful read for me. At one point in the book, God allows the protagonist to see people the way God does: in color and light. Ironically, I had discussed such a concept with my college roommate when we were seniors. If we saw each other as color and light, what colors would each person be? What if our souls, in fact, did appear in color and light? Anyway, after reading the novel, the first person who popped into my mind was my dear, beautiful friend, Kaye Lee. An extremely talented artist filled with intricate thoughts and a layered personality, I have loved Kaye dearly since I first met her. She is color and light.
My favorite tree on my parents’ property, and probably one of my favorite trees in general, is the weeping cherry:
I love the weeping trees in general. If I could be married under a weeping willow, I would do it. What a romantic tree the weeping willow is, even if its name sounds so sad and melancholy.
Today, I just really loved the way the light played through all of the weeping cherry blossoms:
May you experience light today!
You can still wander into many old cathedrals around the world and find a place to light a candle, whether in memory of a loved one or as a prayer. While living in Italy, I made a ritual of lighting a candle for my family each time I went into a different cathedral. I visited my college roommate last spring and when we went to the National Cathedral, where the following photograph was taken, I was struck by how many candles were lit, reflecting how many people were praying or remembering something or someone significant.
A tradition in my dad’s side of the family is to light a candle at the graves of those who have gone before us. My grandfather, in his mid-eighties, still observes this practice, lighting candles at the graves of his parents and brothers as well as his in-laws. He’s always reflectively quiet during this simple ceremony, and I find it so sweet and beautiful. This is a practice I hope to continue someday…
Then the Lord said to Moses, “Lift your hand toward heaven, and the land of Egypt will be covered with a darkness so thick you can feel it.” So Moses lifted his hand to the sky, and a deep darkness covered the entire land of Egypt for three days. During all that time the people could not see each other, and no one moved. But there was light as usual where the people of Israel lived. Exodus 10:21-23
I have always loved soft lighting, the kind that comes from candles and Christmas lights and a fireplace. I always feel so comfortable, cozy, and safe when the glaring lamps are turned off and the only light in our house comes from twinkling Christmas lights and candles. Perhaps it’s because the bright lamps make me think of my migraines and how much bright light hurts when a migraine is harassing me.
It feels most like Christmas when it’s dark outside, and our house softly glows with countless twinkling Christmas lights and candles. Sometimes, more darkness can be a good thing.