How much money and effort is put into covering up our scars, our lines, wrinkles, and all the many imperfections that truly make us human. The harder we try to hide our scars and lines, the more disjointed we actually become. As I accept all the lines and marks on my face, I realize that they are the visible calligraphy of my life. Yes, I have been wounded and broken, I have laughed and wept, and I have been healed. There is hope in embracing all the evidence of my life.

$1200 | Pastel On Paper | 20 x 82 in

This painting is about the smallness of our beginnings. It is a solemn offering of color and texture, created to honor all the babies that started their lives in the secret hiding place that is their mother's womb, but never saw the light of day. Part of being human is the cherishing of the next generation, that next little human with their very own DNA and fingerprints. If you have lost a baby, may your be comforted knowing that they are in Heaven, clothed with love, safe in their Maker's arms. To be human is to be treasured by God.

$1800 | Oil With Cold Wax & Silk On Canvs | 24 x 36 in