![]() Somehow, I learned at a very young age that through the act of creation, one can feel the presence of a God so infinitely wise and powerful that our human concerns seem inconsequential. I remember the first time this happened for me, and this painting is a commemoration of that magical, ethereal time and place. "Dear Child, May you find your wings every day, every decade, after every heartache that befalls you. There will be many. May you find a way to fly through it all."
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