In the middle of the chaos, there is a feather.
Glowing, weightless, steady. Not tossed by the storm, but anchored by light.
I paint feathers not as something fragile, but as something holy. They are the covering of God’s wings, the movement of His Spirit, the sign of His presence hovering over the waters of our lives. Around them, the world is wild light and color clashing, breaking, colliding. But underneath it all, holding it all together, is the Word.
The Bible pages woven into the canvas aren’t just texture, they are truth. They are the foundation that turns chaos into meaning. The words of God are not lost in the storm. They shape it. They rise through it.
And the feather?
It is the promise. A sign to aim for, a reminder of redemption that no matter how chaotic the world around us may seem, the Spirit of God is near, moving, shining, calling us toward the light.
When you stand before these paintings, I want you to see more than color, more than texture. I want you to see a path forward. A moment to breathe. A stillness in the storm where light is breaking through.
Because redemption is not just something we hope for. It is something we are drawn into.
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