At The Harbor

There is something powerful about waiting in a storm at the harbor in anticipation of what is to come. The waves crash, fish jump as they toss against the pier, women await for their loved ones at sea to dock safely. It is much like life itself. In all this we have sacrificial lamb who offers us mercy in the storm, and a Father who holds us in the face of danger. He places His face in the storm on our behalf. We are not alone in that storm.  He is there. The women standing in the sea is a female prophet. She was already there so I brought her image out with my conte crayon. The surreal story makes sense only in the supernatural. It does not necessarily have to make any sense at all. Its faith!

The surface I use  (sheep vellum)  to create is very textured and already has images in the skin. It is my job to find the images. I often sit and stare at it for hours and even days. Then the images pop and I draw them. The beauty of it is, much of the individual images on the same skin make no sense , until the piece is complete. Then I make sense of it after the fact.