Remnants of White
"Perhaps we sit in a starry chamber of silence,
while the laughter of the heavens is too loud for us to hear."
Perhaps being an artist means having an ability to say,"This isn't working", laughing silently, and beginning again. The finishing touches have been made to The Stone, my first book. The brushes are at rest. The final illustration, however, was not working. Finally, I admitted it... aloud. As I prayed, re-read the story, prayed more, I saw an image... something whimsical. I laughed silently.
Here is what I sketched:
Art comes from a moment in time when materials collide; ordered chaos that allows 'shared time' between the maker and the viewer.
The Logs of Lebanon
The Stone will be available soon.