Friday, May 23, 2008

About Lightning in Abundance

"Lightning in Abundance" is the piece I finished last night, cleaning off my maddening dining room table so I'd have room to lay the canvas down and add the bee's wax.

This is another of the pieces, in addition to "The Blessed Birth" (below), from the Storytelling series (that I have yet to introduce and talk about)... (as usual, with all us flaky types, everything I am doing is in a helter-skelter order and makes no sense to anyone, not even to me.)

I know the pictures (in the next post) are terrible and I am sorry. I didn't have time to set up my lights and screens this morning so I just laid the piece down on the counter then stood on it and shot the pictures. Later, I'll take real pictures that won't be so embarrassing. (It just occurred to me, I could have just laid the canvas on the floor and stood over it... it served no purpose to put it on the counter then stand on the counter... if I had a brain I would be downright not-as-stupid!)

This is a multi-media piece and uses a variety of materials including: feathers, bee's wax, Old English Furniture polish, acrylic paint, chalk pastels, 100+ year old song fragments, gel medium, iridescent medium, various dyes...

The inspiration comes from King David's Psalm 108:6-16:

In my distress I called to the LORD;
I cried to my God for help.
From his temple he heard my voice;
my cry came before him, into his ears.
The earth trembled and quaked,
and the foundations of the mountains shook;
they trembled because he was angry.
Smoke rose from his nostrils;
consuming fire came from his mouth,
burning coals blazed out of it.
He parted the heavens and came down;
dark clouds were under his feet.
He mounted the cherubim and flew;
he soared on the wings of the wind.
He made darkness his covering,
his canopy around him—
the dark rain clouds of the sky.
Out of the brightness of his presence clouds advanced,
with hailstones and bolts of lightning.
The LORD thundered from heaven;
the voice of the Most High resounded.
He shot his arrows and scattered the enemies,
great bolts of lightning and routed them.
The valleys of the sea were exposed
and the foundations of the earth laid bare
at your rebuke, O LORD,
at the blast of breath from your nostrils.
He reached down from on high and took hold of me;
he drew me out of deep waters.

Bless you all, d.


Sierra said...

wow, i love it! sorry i haven't been on much since my first was nuts but now it's summer! yay! i love your blog! and am so proud of you! put it all up for sale (it's worthy of it!) or hoard it for yourself to admire!

Donna Roberts said...

Sierra, you are the cutest little thing I know. Why don't you just move down here with me? I need a little baby tiny to play with!