19 February 2026

I am in my contemplation corner.

Dear, dear, dear Lord, thank you for your love, mercy, and glory. Thank you for your goodness. Goodness. Please forgive my sins. Please be with my mom, Uncle Denis and Marieta, Uncle Alan and Aunt Claire, Karin and Tessa and Nico, and the rest of the family.

I pray for clean air and water, healthy food and community, a kingdom country and world, and a good mind. And a healthy body.

Do not be worried that I am going away for a while; it burdens me. John Donne. I am still with you because love transcends space and time.

There is a texture in this cloud that makes it seem grounded and ordered. The vertical pattern has space for the horizontal pattern. The cloud rolls in waves. It has a rhythm.

There is too little contrast here to make a 3-D illusion, like in the previous paintings. But it isn't altogether flat. It still undulates slightly. Calmly, peacefully, tranquilly.

Where is this place? Right here, right now.

This painting is very sensitive to the amount of light one casts on it. I think it would generate different thoughts depending on the time of day one contemplates it. On whether the sun is behind a cloud or not.

These thoughts may seem insignificant now, but time will reveal all.

No politicians or geopolitics in this cloud, it seems. Just angels upon angels. Just the flame of the Holy Spirit.

I am surprised that this painting generates any thought at all. I would like to assume that I am starting to see the foundations of pre-thought, the whatever that needs to be there for thought to occur, the stuff I take for granted.

It looks a lot like my wall. Should I just contemplate my wall? Why go to the effort of making these paintings?

I know why.

Do you?