Distill thy dews upon us, is the start of something particularly pleasing to the senses. Rising early before the hours of dawn to connect a part of our soul with spirit that seems to only be fully awake and poignantly engaged at that time. That nudge comes to all of us, very few rise to the tender whisper touch on the shoulder to collect dew manna that comes down to meet us in the thin places. These pieces were created with a hidden code in mind that the essence of the flowers drip down passages of plenty to fill up your senses. Old book ephemera by a beloved saint's wisdom backs these paintings paired with encaustic and oils. Read into them if you can.
10” wide x 10” high x 1.5” deep
cradled birch panel
encaustic medium
mixed media, oils and pigments
Distill thy dews upon us, is the start of something particularly pleasing to the senses. Rising early before the hours of dawn to connect a part of our soul with spirit that seems to only be fully awake and poignantly engaged at that time. That nudge comes to all of us, very few rise to the tender whisper touch on the shoulder to collect dew manna that comes down to meet us in the thin places. These pieces were created with a hidden code in mind that the essence of the flowers drip down passages of plenty to fill up your senses. Old book ephemera by a beloved saint's wisdom backs these paintings paired with encaustic and oils. Read into them if you can.
10” wide x 10” high x 1.5” deep
cradled birch panel
encaustic medium
mixed media, oils and pigments
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