The Unpredictable Landscape
I am discovering that what I 'see' in the heavenly places often presents itself here in the natural environment...
My Practice as a Christian Artist
As a Christian my practice is to wait on God for what He is doing or saying. Consequently my work as an artist reflects who I am and how I function within the rhythm of God's voice for each season.
Hope and Beauty in the Landscape of Isolation
My aim for this painting was to bring hope and beauty into the landscape of isolation which we find ourselves in during this global pandemic.
Why am I painting?
So what is my source of inspiration? The landscape? Sure. The colours I put down? Yes, they are an inspiration aside from the landscape. 'But my true source is in You Lord, You are my light, my strength and my…
A Painting inspired by Revelation 14:14
Whilst out driving one day, I was compelled to pull over, jump out, and take a few shots of this scene that had caught my eye. I thought it would make a powerful painting as I sensed that God was…
New Seasonal Work From the Isle of Man
With the turn of the seasons I am out in the wilds making fresh water colour sketches, mainly with the purpose of catching hold of the vibrant colours. Yes, I have been bitten by a tic and it is uncomfortable…
Hope in Despair
‘I could ask the darkness to hide me and the light around me to become night-but even in the darkness I cannot hide from you. To you the night shines as bright as day.’ Ps 139 You, oh God are…
A season held captive
The thing about this painting is that nobody wants it. Yes, it remains unsold 8 years later. I have even offered it to my family for free! But no, the icy coldness holds them back.
A splash of blue from the Isle of Man
A splash of blue from the Isle of Man...
Sheltered
I step within the shadow of your mighty wings and rest....
The Height and the Depth
I had been considering the truths in Ephesians; namely the love of God and so was contemplating this theme when working on this painting. It is my hope that the incredible the indescribable capacity of God’s love is expressed in…
Pilgrimage
I find each painting to be a landscape I’ve not walked before and that excites me...
Things Seen
So I shall cover the canvas with blue and then slather it with the richest of browns, then I shall cut into it with lines of purpose. Then the light will fall. Yes, the light will fall.
Now You See Me
Petrina Written 2014 After watching this rather interesting film, ‘Now You See Me’, I realised God was speaking to me through it about my own situation. The film is about a bunch of magicians, all with different skills of illusion…
When the Light came down
Seeing how the light was falling on the tiny rock pools around the coast, I set about to capture the overwelming presence of it. Everything changes when the sun comes out; spirits lift and the world looks better. These small…
What the Blind Man saw
Sitting between two men that I didn’t know was the setting for this tale of discovery. Whilst running a School club, we had invited a brilliantly talented pianist to play to the children. He was blind but had applied himself…
The Closed Gate
But as I edged towards the gates they simply opened up for me and I was able to drive straight in!
The Throne Room
I had it in my heart to paint the Throne Room of Heaven and started my research with looking at Revelation chapter 4 where we read a description of this very thing. It soon became obvious that the main theme…
Rejoice
There is fresh work emerging in the Kent studio. It is a time of rolling mist just now on the Island while the place tries to determine what season to be in. It rolls in low and sometimes the cloud…
The Feast
When my friend asked me if I was busy painting this year, my response was that I was first taking time to wait on God. Last year He invited me into a greater intimacy with Him and as I didn’t…
Grubby Windows
Seeing the light stream through this window so dramatically caused me to ponder. My attention was drawn, not to the light but to the dirt on the windows! I stood reflecting. I had a lovely freind who used to teach…
Purity
Wipe away the smudges from my mind; the thoughts that would hinder me and cloud my vision of You.Let me see clearly. Wash away my stains; those things that have been spilt on me by others and by my own…
This is Jesus
This is Jesus. A man of grief and pain. Knowing rejection. Stricken and afflicted but without blame. Seated once in heaven above, one with the Father, A Man of love. But He came. The father’s son, His only one. Becoming flesh,…
The Broken Pot
He picked up the pieces of my beautiful pot....
The Boat
‘Jesus, Jesus, Beautiful Jesus.There are those who would laugh and scoff that I even think to speak your name. You are but fiction to them. But how can that be when you have revealed yourself so very clearly to me? In…
Sanctuary
I come quietly to this place of sanctuary to sit in your presence, it is where I love to be.I come in distress,To lay out my grief and doubts before you like a map of wilderness proportions. You knew I was…
The Great Outpouring
We are entering a season of exceleration and God is pouring out His mighty power to equip us for the great harvesting of souls. We each have an area of expertise or gifting for such a purpose but are we…
Preparing for a masterpiece
'How wonderful would it be if God’s glory and Holiness got all over us to the extent that everywhere we went and everything we touched spread His glory about, and in turn brought glory back to Him?’
Seeing as God see
As a Christian artist my prayer is to see things as God sees them or to have my spiritual eyes open...
Simple Things
Today as I walked in stillness along the beach longing to hear God speak, I started to sing a simple song of love to Him. I then returned back up along the road and noticed how grubby and mundane it…
Overwelmed
Initially I posted this image as a blog without words because I felt it spoke for itself. But since then I found myself walking along the same harbour edge and there, two years later was the same boat in the…
The Old Brush
He proceeded to take out a blade and he cut away all those beautifully shaped hair ends and reshaped it into something else, and my spirit cringed within me. I remember this well but never applied it because why would…
The Old Violin
I’ve been given an old violin. It’s worn and damaged, but I have a feeling it might produce a beautiful sound if lovingly restored. It had been neglected, but not forgotten, for the lady who gave it to me…
My Sustaining Thought
There are no words, no thread, or colour from the tube, sufficient enough to express such a deep connection.
Rejection
Royal Academy Summer Show I am standing in the vaulted underworld of the Royal Academy of Art, waiting to reclaim my rejected paintings. Above, is the exhibition. Hundreds of accepted works hang in splendour. It is here the public can…
Penalty
The thing is; a simple sorry from a repentant heart, is all it takes – then all that is lost can be restored again.
The Dove
Late one evening as I was leaving my upstairs prayer room, I noticed a white dove had settled on the windowsill outside.
Under the Shadow of your Wing
I step within the shadow of your mighty wing and rest. It is my place of safety. I am covered, Loved, Protected, Sheltered from harm. Warmed by love. Made secure. And this is where I need to be; here I…
Overwhelming Flood
Like a flood. Overwhelming. I let it come, crushing, defeating. But, subside it must. Let it fall again into the ocean. Let it fall again into the depths of bottomless sea. Let it not, wash over me. Turning my back,…
The River
I stood gazing at the river. Deep and silently it flowed, but it was alive and purposeful; no murky depths of stagnation here. Fish jumped for flies, trees caressed the water with low flung branches; their roots going deep into the…
The Gate
The Lonely Gate It was bleak up in the hills in the middle of winter, nevertheless, l was looking for inspiration and had gone out to experience the harshness of it. I battled against the wind and the freezing conditions…
Footprints of Glory
I have walked the long and dusty path
