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| 'In His hand are the depths of the earth, and the mountain peaks belong to Him." Ps95 4 |
I am blessed to live in an area surrounded by several mountain ranges. The Shawangunks, the Catskills, the Berkshires. In a short time, I can be at the foot of any of them...these, His mountain peaks. When I am confronted by God's "art", something interesting happens to me. I get a feeling of time standing still. For me that is huge- since I was little, I have always had the sense that time is hurtling past me at a distressing pace. So, these times are more than just sightseeing adventures. They are soul- restoration times. Maybe that is what true Sabbath is supposed to be- a sense of inexplicable relief, of quiet, of stillness. When I painted this, I didn't think about all of that. I thought about the composition, and using the right values, and all the technical stuff. What I have to trust is that the feeling that germinated when I saw this scene will make it's way to the eye and heart of the viewer, somehow. We all need Sabbath.
