Psalm 121 begins with "I lift my eyes to the hills." Upon my
mother's passing, I found a bookmark with this Psalm. That
small discovery has stayed with me since then. You see, she
wasn't a religious woman. However, this passage must have
resonated with her. And, I believe that is the case for many
generations of women, whether they be connected to a formal
religious affiliation or not. Peering from an opening in a
tent or a kitchen window, women have looked beyond the
landscape of their lives
to the distant horizon in yearning for comfort, for help. This
psalm acknowledges that those who seek Him can be reassured.
In the darkest of moments, He is ever vigilant and caring. It
is the reaching for His hand by ours that gives us strength.
That is what inspired my painting of "Psalm 121."
I am self-taught artist, having taken various classes and
workshops in and around the Washington, D.C. area. I began
painting in earnest about eight years ago after retirement and
after some years of care giving for family members. Living
close to the Atlantic seacoast gives me the opportunity to
paint plein air, the seascapes and harbors. When not out on
location painting, I enjoy the studio work of abstracts.