Opening To The Beloved

I can remember standing before the completed work and being wrapped in a real sense of humility and blessing, the passage  towards completion had been quite a painful, but now in its presence I felt like a small child wrapped in a cosy warm towel after a bath by your parent.            Sometimes you know something significant has occurred within yourself but its way beyond  description and so it was with this painting, the only way to share it is to say that there was the  paper, brush and pen in motion but there was no sign of Courtney in its action.