Tear drops and rain drops and my waking up to a place that will never be the same, but continues to hold endless beauty.
Life in the crook of the elbow Turning to, consenting to and being moved by God. Aware of what has been. Awake to what is becoming. And present to the crook — the in between.
A defining characteristic of my work and my process is layering — Letting one layer at a time reveal itself to me — pausing to take it in —asking it “what next?” — resting in its response — letting go of it — losing myself in it — But mostly — Waiting with it. Waiting with it, and … Continue reading jacob’s light
Painting, I have come to realize, is my dynamic dialogue with the divine. It’s not just God coming to me or through me, but the collaboration of our conversations, that produces a “work of art.” When we’re talking, I do make the effort to listen—but most of the time I catch myself pushing my own agenda. … Continue reading everything