Oil on Panel
with Palette Knife
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Another plein air painting from Florida. This one was made near sunset.
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Tuesday, January 6, 2015
The Sower
8"x10" Oil on Panel
with Palette Knife
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Today's painting is another illumination. This time the subject is Jesus' parable of The Sower.
"A sower went out to sow his seed; and as he sowed, some fell on the path and was trampled on, and the birds of the air ate it up. Some fell on the rock; and as it grew up, it withered for lack of moisture. Some fell among thorns, and the thorns grew with it and choked it. Some fell into good soil, and when it grew, it produced a hundredfold."
We tend to reflect on what kinds of soil we are. But recently, I've been thinking about the Sower. The Sower doesn't worry about getting ALL of the seed into the good soil. The seed is liberally thrown about everywhere. Once distributed, nature takes care of the rest. Jesus tells this parable to his Disciples, I think, to prepare them for ministry. We should spread grace the same way God gives us grace—to all—not just those who appear to be worthy.
So this painting's view of the Sower is from the ground up—for we are indeed the soil. What we see from that vantage point is a prodigal Sower, joyfully throwing seeds of grace to all the world.
"A sower went out to sow his seed; and as he sowed, some fell on the path and was trampled on, and the birds of the air ate it up. Some fell on the rock; and as it grew up, it withered for lack of moisture. Some fell among thorns, and the thorns grew with it and choked it. Some fell into good soil, and when it grew, it produced a hundredfold."
We tend to reflect on what kinds of soil we are. But recently, I've been thinking about the Sower. The Sower doesn't worry about getting ALL of the seed into the good soil. The seed is liberally thrown about everywhere. Once distributed, nature takes care of the rest. Jesus tells this parable to his Disciples, I think, to prepare them for ministry. We should spread grace the same way God gives us grace—to all—not just those who appear to be worthy.
So this painting's view of the Sower is from the ground up—for we are indeed the soil. What we see from that vantage point is a prodigal Sower, joyfully throwing seeds of grace to all the world.
Friday, September 12, 2014
Reflections of Summer
6"x6" Oil on Panel
with Palette Knife
SOLD
30 Paintings in 30 Days Challenge: September 2014—Day 12
Another abstract. This one based on summer afternoon colors reflecting on water.
Another abstract. This one based on summer afternoon colors reflecting on water.
Wednesday, July 16, 2014
It Is Well with My Soul 24x36
It Is Well with My Soul
Horatio G. Spafford
When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
Even so, it is well with my soul.
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
Sunday, June 1, 2014
Evening Haze
6"x6" Oil on Gessoed Panel
with Palette Knife
SOLD
Seven Days on 30-A: Day 1
Hello Beach! We arrived at the beach house in the mid afternoon. Our luggage still in the car, we took off our shoes and walked on the soft, white sands of Florida’s Gulf Coast. We smelled the sea air, felt the warm breeze on our faces and gazed at the beauty of the ocean. The afternoon light was beginning to turn the sea into a dazzling display of light. After a hurried unloading and quick-change, we came back out to play. For me, playing meant painting the changing colors of the hazy afternoon light. It was as refreshing to my soul as splashing in the ocean waves—which I also did with my family.
Hello Beach! We arrived at the beach house in the mid afternoon. Our luggage still in the car, we took off our shoes and walked on the soft, white sands of Florida’s Gulf Coast. We smelled the sea air, felt the warm breeze on our faces and gazed at the beauty of the ocean. The afternoon light was beginning to turn the sea into a dazzling display of light. After a hurried unloading and quick-change, we came back out to play. For me, playing meant painting the changing colors of the hazy afternoon light. It was as refreshing to my soul as splashing in the ocean waves—which I also did with my family.
Thursday, September 26, 2013
Beautiful Dawn
with Palette Knife
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Today's painting is of a beautiful morning sky we had the other day. It reminds me of a great song by The Wailin Jennys called "Beautiful Dawn." I have included their lyrics and a youtube video of the song below. Enjoy.
Take me to the place where we come from
Take me to the end so I can see the start
There's only one way to mend a broken heart
Take me to the place where I don't feel so small
Take me where I don't need to stand so tall
Take me to the edge so I can fall apart
There's only one way to mend a broken heart
Take me where love isn't up for sale
Take me where our hearts are not so frail
Take me where the fire still owns its spark
There's only one way to mend a broken heart
Teach me how to see when I close my eyes
Teach me to forgive and to apologize
Show me how to love in the darkest dark
There's only one way to mend a broken heart
Take me where the angels are close at hand
Take me where the ocean meets the sky and the land
Show me to the wisdom of the evening star
There's only one way to mend a broken heart
Take me to the place where I feel no shame
Take me where the courage doesn't need a name
Learning how to cry is the hardest part
There's only one way to mend a broken heart
Thursday, September 5, 2013
Flying High
6"x6" Oil on Gessoed Panel
with Palette Knife
SOLD
Want to know one of my favorite things about living in Franklin?
On a fair day, you can look up and see colorful balloons flying by.
On a fair day, you can look up and see colorful balloons flying by.
Saturday, February 23, 2013
It Is Well with My Soul
9"x12" Oil on Canvas
with Palette Knife
SOLD
Here is another installment of my abstract series based on Christian hymns. This song has a very moving story behind it. You can read about it by clicking here.
It Is Well with My Soul
Horatio G. Spafford
When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
Even so, it is well with my soul.
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
Friday, January 25, 2013
Break of Day
6"x6" Oil on Gessoed Panel
with Palette Knife
SOLD
It reminds me of one of my favorite songs.
“Sunrise in the morning.
Let all creation greet the dawn
And praise the Lord who created
Brother sun to open our eyes.
Let all creation greet the dawn
And praise the Lord who created
Brother sun to open our eyes.
For all of us would be blind
If not for the light of the Lord.”
If not for the light of the Lord.”
—John Michael Talbot based on writings of St Francis of Assisi
Saturday, January 12, 2013
Goodbye Rain
6"x6" Oil on Gessoed Panel
with Palette Knife
SOLD
It's been raining and drizzling for about two weeks. Today, the front moved on and the sun shined again. This is a painting of our morning sky as the rain clouds retreated. It reminds me that no matter how down we get from long periods of life's "rain," the sun will eventually shine on us again.
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