Unfinished...

Tinkered Bella

Victoria

Bachoy

This is the Bacchus who didn't pass the XN screening test. Oops.

...Photos of the art (based on kids I met while there) and not scanned copies, sorry for the poor quality...but at least something to update this site. --I miss Africa.

The sand that torments the oyster

The pain it creates in its womb,

The way the shell lies in the ocean

In the depths of a watery tomb,

The patience, endurance, the virtue

How it is nurtured in this way,

This stranger in its own habitat

And yields day after day,

The way this grain grows with a coating

To become all that it can be,

Then waits quietly in its cradle

Buried underneath the sea…

Thus, it is born—this treasure

Through agony; tempest unfurled,

This is the untold story

This is the secret of the Pearl.

The Faerie

A midnight inspiration--the original photo is my sister Angela.

Christian Soldier

Really haven't done much art this year. This is another old one, from 2003.

An old colored-pencil sketch, done in 2001.

Thine Is the Power

Because...I Need

I hold the hand of Faith because I am blind.

I need her eyes to see for me.

I hold the hand of Courage because I am afraid.

I need her strength to comfort me.

I hold the hand of Love because I am unlovely.

I need her to see past that.

I hold the hand of Confidence because I have none.

I need her trust in me.

I hold the hand of Prayer because my words are inadequate.

I need her eloquence to empower me.

I hold the hand of Wisdom because I am foolish.

I need her insight to preserve my mind.

I hold the hand of God, because with His own,

He holds all there is of me.

Descriptions

Without measure

Without impartiality

Without hypocrisy

Without conditions

Without favoritism

Without ignorance

Without selection

Without boundaries

Without limitations

Without reservations

Without apprehension

Without insecurity

Without doubt

Without time

Without impossibilities

…Within Perfection—Your Love.

Today's Work

After a day with Photoshop, I'm seeing pixels everywhere and masking my friends faces when they talk to me. Argh!

The Art of Spiritual Warfare

Full Possession

A piece in the works...I need to pray for patience to color my art...tried making a star field today.

The Movie on the Screen

The movie on the screen

Reminded me of you

Places we used to go

And things we used to do

A country we both loved

Where fate had had her way

And the sadness on the screen

Brought back pictures of that day.

My People

Art Medium: Oil Pastels

My eyes tell a story

That only I can tell.

Stop for a blink in time

And my story, I will tell.

My people are a people

Made to feel, like you

My children, they are children…

Knowing not what to do.

My father was a peaceful man

My mother has laid to rest

And as the sun rises from the East,

Moving toward the west,

My people seek security

Yet famine claims our land

And on both sides,

Terror reigns

My son, he holds my hand

And asks me what he may eat today

What can I say? The earth is dry

My people are its inhabitants

Yet they know no more than I

We cannot know our future

For years, this has been our curse—

To live on scenic mountains

Then to die with little worth.

But thanks to God…sometimes the rain

Descends to quench the land

Seedlings grow and children know

Someone will hold their hand.

The “Ik”…they are my people

It is I who know them best

Yet I wonder…are we forgotten?

Only you can write the rest.

Coffin Roses

Art Medium: Clay

You didn’t know the time you had left

…or did you?

Had you been shown what was to come

…to prepare you?

Had you already known the conclusion

To the story you’d been told?

And had you foreseen

How your life would unfold?

Had you known the days would pass

And you’d be gone?

Did angels tell you their wings would be

Your future song?

And did you bear the knowledge in your heart

All alone?

All that time that you were smiling

Had you seen your future Home?

If I had been in your place

If I’d known all along

What the future held for me

Then…would I be that strong?

Would I keep on walking

Till the journey had borne me high?

And…would I still trust in God

If He told me I would die?

For Him

Art Medium: Oil Pastels

Dear God, please heal him…take away

The pain he feels inside

Let not his mind confuse him now

The suffering intensify

The hurt has pained his gentle soul

It has caused his spirit to quake

And it has stirred my heart to offer prayer

Because our love’s at stake.

Dear God, please heal him…touch his heart

This world is madness enough

Let him feel your warmth around him

And let him know your love.

Let his eyes shine once again

With the light I once saw there

Hold him in your arms, Dear God

I bring to You this prayer.

Uganda

Medium: Oil Pastels

Uganda…I had never known you before

You were just a stranger to me

Some far-off place I termed “Africa”

Somewhere, across the sea.

Did I know that someday, I’d make you my home?

Did I know that you’d teach me of life?

Did I know that one day, in this book I would pen

What I’d learned from your sacrifice?

Uganda, tonight, I know you; I see

Something I’d never seen before

I embrace you in this moment of time

And each day, I long for more.

You have charmed me, bewitched, and bade me to stay

Amongst the children of your land

What is my future? I cannot know

…whatever God has planned.

But I’ve written a song for you tonight

An ode to your people and earth

And I pray you will prosper; that the tears you have shed

Will be turned to rejoicing and mirth.

Art Medium: Gel Pen, Photoshop When loss is gain When emptiness Is filled with spirit When nakedness Is freedom; a voice To live beyond The threshold of Humanity's pond To grasp a dream That no one sees To know by faith That your realities May be sure treasures They can never know For moths and rust Corrupt their soul... And to find, by giving, That more is gained And, in affliction, Healing is claimed Of mind and heart, Not flesh alone Then this is when You've found your home.