Last year, while on a Reading Week retreat with friends at Holy Cross Monastery, we spent time in silence, painting.
All we had were some simple watercolors and pieces of computer paper. So, nothing too fancy. I am not really a painter, and never know what I am doing when I try. So, by accident, this is what I came up with...
It is currently on a wall in my room, behind my closet door, wrinkled, unframed, tacked up with tape.
Whenever I actually stop to look at it, I am reminded to pray ... and see an image of prayers being poured out before the Father. I am grateful for this accident which reminds me to live freely before God, to pour out and to be poured out.
"There are no little prayers."
:: William MacNamara
Wow, Josh, what a talented artist you are! Between this and the photos...stop smuggling your talents like Han Solo in the bowels of the Milennium Falcon! Bro! The world needs beauty!
Thanks for sharing. Awesome.
Posted by: Dave B. | November 14, 2005 at 03:30 PM
I like your painting a lot. Don't hide it behind the closet.
Posted by: JennySmith | November 15, 2005 at 07:06 PM