Acrylic wash, watersoluble wax pastels, charcoal, conte on paper
Its branches are gnarled and twisted and they hang heavy on the trunk. Yet the trees’ thin shoots always reach straight up to the sky in hopeful expectation.
That is like me and you. The tree speaks of both our tendency to settle for twisted lies and how in desperation we cry out to the Lord of heaven to pour out grace and truth on us.
As we grow in truth and grace, we reach out to those around us. This tree has a short sturdy base and a wide reach, so in this way it “just takes off” like a vine, spreading out with this good news.