Charcoal etching, colour stroke, field notes...
Being still. Listening to God's voice on the wind. What does He see, hear, touch, smell, taste?
Part of my trip to Istanbul was taking time to observe, pray and absorb. To do some creating, some tapping.
Tapping into spiritual abstraction, into visual prophetic craft. Tapping into the greater beating heart behind the sights and savours, encounters and exchanges, interruptions and reflections.
Above: painting in front of the Hagia Sophia, on a sublime sunny day. A family from Algeria came up to see what I was up to. It was a special privilege to connect with them over art, a universal language.
I get the result of art isn't quantifiable. Of course it is subjective, it will speak to some and not to others. This spiritual scrapbook is simply an expression of what I felt compelled to record, an ode to the time I spent with God on this journey...
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