|"Faith," 5 x 5 acrylic on gallery-wrapped canvas, palette knives only|
I grew up believing faith was what I was told it was, what I was taught. It was a definition, supported by scriptures in various ways and and those you agreed with.
That was perhaps fine in youth and early adulthood, but it seemed to easy, especially when you studied the people of the Scriptures, learned stories of what the "faithful" of all beliefs endured through the centuries.
I'm a slow learner, it's taken decades of questions and doubts and reading and failures and lessons and fewer answers and living through ups and downs to even write this.
I don't pretend to define the word--I'm not sure that is possible. There are metaphors and comparisons and examples of those who are and were people of faith.
But after I finished my morning reading today, I could say that faith has texture, texture acquired in a journey, experienced by living in the face of eternity. That's vague, I know. It's only my description, not an answer or definition, and not peculiar to any belief. That's difficult for us Americans, used to being in control and children of exact answers in a computer age of science.
Another--universal and not just religious--description, not a definition, is in Hebrews 1:1 "...faith is the assurance of things hoped for and the conviction of things not seen."
Thus today's painting, using only a palette knife to add physical texture to my attempt. Available Edmond Vibes, at The Vault April 6, and thereafter at In Your Eye Studio and Gallery in Paseo Arts District.
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