Quenched by thirst for True Love.
Did this 👇painting last year, after seeing Souza’s Christ( see below 2nd painting for also, his grand son’s Street graffiti of Goan woman praying?)
Raylarn l, Acrylic
STREET GRAFFITI, Goa.
Art is a language all it’s own. When I’m silenced from society and ask myself what I’m at, is when Painting kicks in. It’s like dancing for me, or cooking a designer meal. It’s my dialect. There’s grace, disgrace, pain, hopeless hope.
Today, Palm Sunday and India and everywhere potentially exploding with Covid, or not…. it’s that kind of day again I’m looking within. Some call it prayer,
you can label it, morph it, strip it down, it’s still the fact of reaching out to the One that made me: the Act of Love that consummates my presence here, the Fact of His Life…. when I think of that, there is little else that overcomes. And I need some overcoming, Now.
Am grateful for the Gifts we are given at this time. Gifts that say it better than we might. These are the Journals of our Times. These are the trails we leave behind, our blood prints that might be a new kind of beautiful for generations to follow. What we are at.. in the Now, matters. These emotions, questions, they capture human responses, and sometimes responses are all we’ve got to secure our eternities.
Souza captures Christ with that Palm Leaf; you might call it grotesque almost, but this is how pain looks in any given century.
His grandson’s Graffiti details the folded palms of a Goan woman. What’s she asking? What are we asking. globally, individually: are there immediate answers, is there Beauty in the Ashes of hopes, prayers and dreams,
what’s Christ got to do with contemporary existence, does God care I may ask. What do we do now:
what is this that causes peace when I pause, lean, go still…. my emotional palms folding in,
is Humanity beautiful when we are most vulnerable,
do we ask questions of immortality, here, like this, now,
when else?
Life wasn’t ever permanent. Now maybe is all we’ve got.
Innerdialects 
How lovely the Now which is “I”, the Only I, the Only. How delightful the ashes of the fire that warms us in winter, the ashes from which the Phoenix rises, the Ashes from which Jesus Rises, the Ashes within which we Dwell and Rise — How lovely your painting of simple legs and simple shoes bringing attention to Now which is Every Where and Every When. How Lovely!
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Thank you for a very interesting and enjoyable reading, kind regards.
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And so it was Palm Sunday,
crowds welcoming The Boss;
hard to believe that frond-strewn way
would lead unto the Cross.
Did He see it in their faces,
did He see their fate
when their fleeting grace is
replaced by twisted hate?
He accepted their hosannas
with a wave and bearded smile,
but I believe within He was
crying all the while;
not for Himself, but for the lost
for whom He would soon pay the cost.
#1 spot at FMF this week.
https://blessed-are-the-pure-of-heart.blogspot.com/2020/04/your-dying-spouse-744-its-not-new.html
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This is so goooood! Thankyou so much. 😇
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Using our God given talents are a prayer – in the act of creating and in the finished product. Painting and writing and even cooking or cleaning – all can be prayerful acts…
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That sounds and is so good to chew on…. our talents a prayer…. thankyou for those inspiring words 🌻🌼🌷⚘
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Your artwork is inspiring, frightening, beautiful, bold, and astounding. Your words are thought-provoking. I especially related to: “…grateful for the Gifts we are given at this time. Gifts that say it better than we might. These are the Journals of our Times. These are the trails we leave behind, our blood prints that might be a new kind of beautiful for generations to follow.” Art does that – and your words are art, too. Thank you!
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Honoured and unsure if I deserve all of that, but sure feels good! So glad you were here. I think the greatest gift we can give each other at a time like this, or any is the Gift of encouragement, God bless you. And yes, the gift of expression, art…whatever we call it, this is the legacy we leave behind.
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Yes, you deserve it. Never doubt that … and have a Terrific Tuesday !
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Ah yes! 🎇In India our sun has set, though our ‘day’ isnt over. Great to get such an uplifting comment. Terrific Tuesday to you too🌻
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