Rainy Day at Alice’s
Lourmarin, Provence 2019
I hung this in my studio unfinished, and looked at it for months. Finally I took it home, I could not part with it. It is hanging in my den, still unfinished, and it reminds me of a rainy afternoon in France when I painted with abandon. A wonderful memory! I have just recently completed another canvas of the same interior. Scroll down to view.
24×24, oil on canvas, Psalm 21:6, gallery wrap, $575.00
Morning View of Lourmarin
20×24, oil on canvas, gallery wrap, selected for the Carnegie Embracing Art Exhibition, Decatur, Alabama; $500.00
20×20, oil on canvas, gallery wrap, Song of Songs 2:1, $350.00
Rainy Day at Alice’s
22×28, oil on canvas, gallery wrap, Proverbs 19:23, $600.00
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A Word From Suzanne
Quite simply, God’s Word is the fire in my soul.
Sometimes just one verse, or a lecture, a reading, communion with my church, a story – and I feel the fire igniting. Just recently while listening to a powerful testimony I felt it, that familiar spark beginning to ignite.
My husband knows how to make fire. Yep, it’s his talent. He can make it from a magnifying glass or a battery or with a stick. He gets the tiniest spark, then babies it. He protects it. He blows on it. You’ve seen how it works – a spark, hot breath, and suddenly the yellow red burst of flame.
That’s what happens in my heart when God’s Word takes hold. There’s a quick hot spark, then a flame emerging. The Spirit blows and fire erupts. My heart on fire.
But, I can’t live my life day to day with little fires starting all over the place. I’ve learned to let God calm me down, soothe me, teach me, stretch me. Over time the fire settles to a nice slow burn and eventually ends up on paper.
Or on a canvas. Wide open brush strokes, white canvas that shows through, soft warm colors, a little something unexpected from my way of looking at things. Paintings that speak to me and for me.
Scripture is my life, teaching is my call, painting is my passion. You’ll find a little bit of all of it in me.