Tuesday, January 31, 2012
In the cosmic universe we live in, and with my experience of the last six months of moving, I know it is an illusion that I own anything in my closet. The closet incarnates my idea of what is inside our souls.
Life is a journey without a home. Hebrews 11:13, " They admitted they were aliens and strangers on earth". What I hold dear is transparent to the eye. It doesn't make a picture. My closet is about the process of learning faith. I put symbols such as scissors, papers, books and a heart, instead of robes, shoes, treasures, and weaponry.
I am uncomfortable enough to know I have to keep working out the details.
Prompted by a 30 day challenge to document the details- this is #2.
Acrylic paint on panel 6 x 6 inches