Thursday, March 30, 2023

On My Nightstand, On My Easel 3/30/23

On my nightstand:

It is not that suffering will end. As far as I can tell, the one thing we can count on is that everything we are counting on is going to fall through under us. I will never welcome the feeling of falling through the floor. But I believe we are falling through into God or something—but not nothing.

—Polly Berrien Berends, Coming to Life


On my easel:

OMG, I am so well practiced in suffering! 

But I know the reason I paint is that painting offers me practice in finding ways to go along with this process of falling through into God.

I get considerable practice.

I need considerably more.



Not Nothing
1.5 x 6" bookmark; acrylic, ink, and Stabilo pencil
on watercolor paper
abstract
2023



4 comments:

MaryAnn Shupe said...

We are all falling into something! And some of the time where we land surprises us. This is a wonderful series!

dotty seiter: now playing said...

MaryAnn, I surely am falling into something more often than not, and indeed the landing places frequently surprise me. Thanks for your vote of confidence in this series : )

Sheila said...

Opening these gets me lost in.. a colorful mediation. :)

dotty seiter: now playing said...

Sheila, hello! Happy to hear about this colorful 'getting lost.'

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