May the World be Brighter

May the World Be Brighter

9×12″ pastels and marker on paper
December 2, 2012

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Inspired by the following passage from Phantastes by George MacDonald:

I have a strange feeling sometimes, that I am a ghost, sent into the world to minister to my fellowmen, or, to repair wrongs I have already done.

May the world be brighter for me, at least in those portions of it, where my darkness falls not.

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Reading Suspended

Reading Suspended

8×10″ pen on paper
September 28, 2012

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Part of a series called “Tolle Lege” (“take up and read”) inspired by the conversion scene in from book VIII of Augustine’s Confessions.

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This Book Changed My Affections

This Book Changed My Affections

This Book Changed My Affections

8×10″ charcoal and colored pencil on paper
January 5, 2013

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Inspired by the following lines from The Confessions of St. Augustine:

In the ordinary course of study I came upon a book by a certain Cicero…. This work contains an exhortation to philosophy and is called Hortensius.

This book changed my affections. It turned my prayers to you, Lord, and caused me to have different purposes and desires.

Confessions (3.4.7)

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To See, To Know, To Understand, To Love

To See, To Know, To Understand, To Love

7×9″ pen on paper
September 2, 2012

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Inspired by the following line from “The Consuming Fire” from George MacDonald’s Unspoken Sermons:

To see a truth, to know what it is, to understand it, and to love it, are all one.

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A Long Way We Have Come, Farther Yet We Must Roam

Fearless She Laid Her Hand in Mine

16×16″ oil on canvas
September 1, 2012

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Inspired by the following stanzas from “The Hills” by George MacDonald:

“And in my wanderings I did meet
Another searching too:
The dawning hope, the shared quest
Our thoughts together drew;
Fearless she laid her hand in mine
Because her heart was true.

She was not born among the hills,
Yet on each mountain face
A something known her inward eye
By inborn light can trace;
For up the hills must homeward be,
Though no one knows the place.

Clasp my hand close, my child, in thine–
A long way we have come!
Clasp my hand closer yet, my child,
Farther we yet must roam–
Climbing and climbing till we reach
Our heavenly father’s home.

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