Abstracted Architecture

Here is my hand wrestling with big questions of belonging: Where is my place? What is my home? My purpose? With whom should I spend my time?  I painted imagined structures—buildings that I invented which feel lightly tethered to the earth.  The titles are reassurances or statements that reflect my own anxious and searching heart.  My faith was being tested and my heart was not at rest.  I look at the line and gesture of these drawings fondly, as they were executed with a hand that was certain of one thing:  I needed to get somewhere, even if I did not know where.  The drawings are reminders to me that the process can be arduous, confusing and painful, but the process, the furnace, shapes and molds us and, if led by God, purifies us in the process, eliminating what is not necessary for our benefit.