i am a little church(no great cathedral) far from the splendor and squalor of hurrying cities -i do not worry if briefer days grow briefest, i am not sorry when sun and rain make april

my life is the life of the reaper and the sower; my prayers are prayers of earth's own clumsily striving (finding and losing and laughing and crying)children whose any sadness or joy is my grief or my gladness

around me surges a miracle of unceasing birth and glory and death and resurrection: over my sleeping self float flaming symbols of hope,and i wake to a perfect patience of mountains

i am a little church(far from the frantic world with its rapture and anguish)at peace with nature -i do not worry if longer nights grow longest; i am not sorry when silence becomes singing

winter by spring,i lift my diminutive spire to merciful Him Whose only now is forever: standing erect in the deathless truth of His presence (welcoming humbly His light and proudly His darkness)

I was thinking of water and hurricane Katrina when I did this. The art went in an unexpected direction. This poem by e. e. cummings has the stanza, "around me surges a miracle of unceasing birth and glory and death and resurrection: over my sleeping self float flaming symbols of hope." This painting was supposed to be one about the water and the devestation it caused, but when I did what is now the first hand and the woman's "face" I realized it wasn't about the water.

I thought of all those who died in Katrina and those who still live. In one area of the U.S. birth and death happening right next to each other, and I imagined those rescue people passing the corpses (sleeping self floats) as the flaming symbols of hope for those survivors that they rescued.

And so . . . blue woman prays, maybe even thanks God, with her hands lifted in prayer. Super high gloss finish from using self-leveling gel. Only blue colors used. Impossible to duplicate because of the techniques used to create it. One of a kind original, signed art. SOLD.