This was a drawing exercise that I had to do for an art class last spring. It's a collage of various art pieces and photographs clipped from books and magazines and then I drew it with charcoal. If you visit my blog very often, you know the bowed head shows up in my art from time to time.
This is one of my Mom's favorites. I miss the color and I'm too lazy to make the pencil really sing with all the dimensions of black and white. But I do love the images. For me, it's a very spiritual piece of things I love like gravestones and moths, smooth stones, cathedral ceilings, plants, stars, moons, and mountains. And an old faithful face (Mother Teresa). And hands. Don't you just love a pair of old hands - except your own, maybe.
We started a new study today on "Prayer". I'm reminded by this old sketch I pulled out, and today's new lesson that I need to participate more in this sacred communication. It's my hope for change and understanding and direction. I would be a lost soul without it.
What keeps you centered?