It prescribes the area of what is possible for you
The light drops shadows and my pictures do alike; they envision as our smile as the stumbling over the word of truth. The sacred truth may help us, but the healing words may sneer down us as well, in case we didn’t put to life what our mouth pronounce aloud.
That’s the mystery of life and the ABC of the fine arts. The pictures warship the light but does that by BLACK tracks of a pencil on the white canvas.
Our spiritual renovation starts in a silence and the silence crashes the devastating loneliness. Thus prayer ends concern about oneself and opens the mouth for welcoming other, who isn’t a foreigner but the bearer of the same divine spirit. I am eagerly looking forward to hearing from you. Let your comments and our reciprocal links testify our victory over the traps of self-deception. It is impossible to the light to be not shared with all around.
It is due to God’s Holly Spirit that we can come in a hearty hug and discover ourselves in each other.