I didn’t relate that experience to God and as I grew up, religion taught me that I could not trust myself, that God was watching me from a distance, and watching out for my sin. As I sat there I was overwhelmed with a feeling of utter joy, happiness and deep reassurance that I was part of something safe and deeply good. I got up to sit near the storage heater in the bedroom I shared with my sister, drawn there by the little light and by the warmth. One night, when I was very young, maybe as young as four, I had a strange and deep experience. As I come to reflect upon my own work a year later, I can see nuances that I hadn’t intended, areas where my subconscious by-passed my mind and made artistic decisions that have only been revealed as I return to them now, twelve months later. I am delighted to show them, and to tell you how they came about, and would like to encourage you to have a go too. If I had known they would be shown here, I probably wouldn’t have had the freedom to make one every day.
I made an image every day, so they are experimental, sometimes impulsively done, often inspired by the work of other artists. The images that accompany the poetry in Waiting on the Word were part of my spiritual discipline last year, Advent 2015.
The illustration above is the first in a series of responses to the book made by Linda Richardson which she has kindly agreed to share with readers of my blog. She writes: For the 1st of December the poem I have chosen in my Advent Anthology from Canterbury Press Waiting on the Word, is The Glance by George Herbert.
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