Art from the heart

"The true work of art is but a shadow of nature's perfection."

“God provides the heart. We are His tools shaping it all together.” Louis Leclezio.

This art represents a world full of holes.
By the power of the rock on the wood, we are made whole.

The story behind this art is the story of the rock on the wood.

The rock would so transform the dead wood
That the wood could in turn transform
All who looked at the rock on the wood.

A piece of wood lay abandoned, lonely, worm eaten and forlorn on the forest floor.
Little did it know that it was about to be metamorphosed.
A river of lava from a sudden volcanic turmoil entombed the wood.
Its whole world suddenly turned dark.
It was all petrifying as it lay captivated by the rock.

Time ticked away.
Wind and rain chipped away.
Over millenniums little by little the wood was exposed.
Emerging from the tomb,
It had kept its identity yet it had been transfigured by the rock.

Petrified it had been.
Solidified by the rock, it now was.
Ground and polished by Providence, it could finally disclose its holy beauty.
Its red and grey color reminds all of the dripping blood and water that transfigured it.

Released from the dark tomb that held it captive, it revealed its transsubstantiation.

Indeed the story of this one bleeding art is the story of:

The bored out wood that bore the rock

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Rock and wood bond to elevate the inner beauty of petrified wood.


The Base

Aged Tamaka Driftwood tossed about by waves, winds and currents landed and remained trapped for years on the reef surrounding the Rodrigues Island lagoon.
Finally freed, it was transported by a tsunami wave beyond the high water level mark.
There it lay caressed by the rain, the wind and the sand being slowly polished.
It was waiting for its day when it would forever reflect the beauty of its creator.

The Foundation Rock

An age old millstone holed and shaped out of the rock by the hands of man.
It was used for years to grind grain to nourish the body if not the soul.
It was also waiting for the right day to testify to the grounding power of the Word.

The Foot

The forlorn forward hull of an old sailing boat laid still in a lull on the beach.
How could it possibly take anyone to a safe harbor in its present broken up state?
A wreck on the beach it was. Could it ever bear witness to the rudder that steered it?

The Pedestal

A slab of petrified wood millions of years old.
Perhaps not a Cedar from Lebanon – But a Conifer nonetheless
How long had it stayed captivated by the rock that would transform it?
Could such a transfiguration take place in three days or did it take three million years?

This is a new day! This is the day the Lord has made. Rejoice and be glad.

Today the wood, the rock and the petrified wood have come together to symbolize the bonding power of love. Our creator so loved this holed out world that we must hold on with hope for the day faith will make us holy by the loving power of the trinity!

May this art nourish the soul!