As I’ve sorted my soul out over the last decade, seeking authenticity and connection I wasn’t finding in the places it had been promised to me, I came to a spiritual wilderness I guess you could say. In these rewilding years and especially during the lockdown of 2020 when I found myself isolated and spending long days painting canvases at a homemade “easel” which was just a tree with a nail, I found myself stripping down my beliefs to the basics. “River” became the name I prayed to—or “Always There,” because the felt so grieved by the ways American religion had gone so far astray from the deep love I thought I had witnessed between pews but had come to doubt. Just before you cross over in Virginia, where my husband was born and raised, there’s a river access on the Kentucky line that feels deeply sacred to me. The pebble beach, the driftwood, the canopy of trees and wading waters linger in my spirit as my very favorite church. The colors of the sky are in the water and grass and stone. The hues are in everything, dripping abundantly. That’s the awe I feel in the River, flowing to and through us. The Always There.
48”x36” gallery-wrapped canvas
Shipping available for an additional invoice. Free local pick-up and delivery.
As I’ve sorted my soul out over the last decade, seeking authenticity and connection I wasn’t finding in the places it had been promised to me, I came to a spiritual wilderness I guess you could say. In these rewilding years and especially during the lockdown of 2020 when I found myself isolated and spending long days painting canvases at a homemade “easel” which was just a tree with a nail, I found myself stripping down my beliefs to the basics. “River” became the name I prayed to—or “Always There,” because the felt so grieved by the ways American religion had gone so far astray from the deep love I thought I had witnessed between pews but had come to doubt. Just before you cross over in Virginia, where my husband was born and raised, there’s a river access on the Kentucky line that feels deeply sacred to me. The pebble beach, the driftwood, the canopy of trees and wading waters linger in my spirit as my very favorite church. The colors of the sky are in the water and grass and stone. The hues are in everything, dripping abundantly. That’s the awe I feel in the River, flowing to and through us. The Always There.
48”x36” gallery-wrapped canvas
Shipping available for an additional invoice. Free local pick-up and delivery.
