Acrylic, spray paint, house paint, automotive paint, oil pastel, fabric, buttons and paper on canvas
48” x 48”
Original
Gallery wrapped
Dreams come alive at night and lucid hopes dance more freely. Reality is stretched. It’s talking, bouncing stars and faces on the moon. It’s a girl dancing. If that’s all it needs to be, I’m ok with that.
As I was sitting in front of this night sky and the salmon colored dress, it became like a call for joy in the darkness. Like in spite of the midnight blue. “Even the darkness will not be dark to you; the night will shine like the day, for darkness is as light to you.”
I paint and I wait. I sit some more. There’s another epiphany, the missing piece. It needs a final touch. The Spirit moves and suddenly appear bandages on her hands, healing wounds and burial clothes. In a few brushstrokes, it’s now life and death. “Lazarus come out!” Leaping out of a dark tomb.
It’s stars and dreams and a face on the moon. It’s a girl dancing. And if that’s all it needs to be, I’m ok with that too.
