I made this work to pay tribute to the love I yearn for each morning. I love the verse that inspired this: Psalm 143.8 where King David was running from his son Absalom who had just forcefully taken the kingdom from him. Out of all the troubles he’d experienced this was likely his scariest, most humiliating and he was at his lowest moment in life. In his desperate plea to God he asks him to let the morning bring him word of His unfailing love.
In my current storm many times I wake up to the sense of loss- the type you can feel in your gut and I totally relate to this plea – God let this morning bear word and proof of your passionate and unfailing love FOR me. I want to know you’re right here and that this huge hole won’t swallow me up. And somehow in the morning sunshine, the boil of a kettle, a pretty teacup, birds swooping down as they indulge in their morning play, and getting on with the responsibilities of the day, I feel that love fill up my broken places and spill over into my day.
Gouache and ink on 300gsm paper
Artist & Lover of God
Seeking to unveil the beautiful rhythms of love, hope and grace enshrouded in the mundane dailiness of the human condition and the spaces we inhabit