Original, Acrylic on Canvas, Framed, White/Dark Interior Floater Frame
There are seasons when nothing looked like I imagined it. Things were pruned, things were covered. And things appeared when I least expected it. I don’t have to understand every color, or see the finished picture. I place my hands in the work and trust the One who knows what He’s growing.
As life unfolds, I can trust the Gardener.
Part of the ongoing “The Becoming Garden Series” ~ a collection exploring growth through every season; the moody, the brave and the unexpected. These are declarations, rising from tension and texture, carrying both soil and sky. Evidence that becoming is rarely neat, transformation is messy and there’s beauty in the waiting. And we find little moments of joy along the way.
Original, Acrylic on Canvas, Framed, White/Dark Interior Floater Frame
There are seasons when nothing looked like I imagined it. Things were pruned, things were covered. And things appeared when I least expected it. I don’t have to understand every color, or see the finished picture. I place my hands in the work and trust the One who knows what He’s growing.
As life unfolds, I can trust the Gardener.
Part of the ongoing “The Becoming Garden Series” ~ a collection exploring growth through every season; the moody, the brave and the unexpected. These are declarations, rising from tension and texture, carrying both soil and sky. Evidence that becoming is rarely neat, transformation is messy and there’s beauty in the waiting. And we find little moments of joy along the way.
