Living Water

I just finished this painting for an alumni art show.

I took the photo that inspired the painting at the lowest point of my life. We had lost our baby that year, we had adoption hopes fall through, relationships fall apart, and I gave up on God.

Here is the original photograph.

I rememberd looking at that tree out there all alone in the middle of the James river and it spoke to me in my isolation.

Turns out I was also hard of hearing because what it was really saying was:

You are not alone.

I think I am going to enjoy this art thing.