Last night was a feast with paint. Drew came and life shook in us and all around us, beauty of the earth and of small spaces that transform into vast halls, or so we believe and feel, the attic becomes our sanctuary where our souls collide and love and touch each other's cloaks, painted jeans, charcoal soles of our feet, like when Elizabeth and Mary met in the room and Jesus and wilderness man John touched each other, even in the wombs still, they knew each other, they felt the divinity, the holiness, the beauty, of it all ...

I wonder if Elizabeth and Mary had any idea the extreme lives they would live, willing to die, to suffer, but so that man may hope and love and praise in the corners of improbability and doubt, but that there might be salvation and joy and LIFE.

We are both after humanity.
Maybe to different extremes or approaches, or maybe in the same extreme, since who is to say one extreme differs from the other in essence or quality of the extreme, but in terms of style or vision or subject, maybe one can see not the difference because that sounds like one of us is an artist and another an architect, but rather another way of thinking of it or throwing your soul into it, like Joshua's 12 Stones in the middle of the Jordan River when God held it up, 12 were chosen to pick up each stone, not really different stones, just separated stones that happen to be one still, with one purpose, to house the Ark of God, and so it is with us, we pick up brushes that are separate, but the same still, one, with a hand that is its own, but with the same purpose and drive and love in mind that we strive for and believe with a mustard seed of faith, that the miracle will happen, that we paint to our death, and that we number our days, and be old men in studio space halls, or warehouses, where we will have thousands of paintings, this is what we hope for, these are the desires of our heart, and in faith, we believe it will happen.

Let the art extend into all, especially into those who see no use of it, the truth is, let us all be transformed and see the beauty in the ant that climbs the blade of grass or the baking work that finds its way to moist soil just in time.