Saturday, October 13, 2012
Saturday, September 22, 2012
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
Saturday, August 4, 2012
Saturday, July 28, 2012
Anyway, I've sketched everything out for the mural, so that's at least done, and I actually got some tiling done this week.
Creation and The Flood
Moses parting the Red Sea
The Nativity scene
Here is the "Night & Day"section without grout.
Here is is grouted and cleaned up, as well as the fish.
I'm going to try to tackle the sky next week, but that's a pretty big section, so we'll see how it goes. I've calculated that I will have to work on the mural an average of 12 hours a week until I graduate, which is A LOT of hours! Thinking about it is making me kind of nervous. I really hope I'll be able to finish it in time. Pray for me!
Thursday, July 19, 2012
Sunday, June 24, 2012
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Many of you may know that I do food demonstrations for the Fairfax food bank as part of my internship. One of the main reasons that I do this is that I think it changes the atmosphere of the food bank. For some people, the need to ask for help at a food bank brings with it a sense of shame. American society teaches us that asking for help means that we're somehow not good enough. We're expected to be able to take care of ourselves. Sometimes, this idea is enough to keep people away who are in real need.
Thursday, March 1, 2012
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
I hear thy calling whilst I sleep,
Thy voice so soft it touchest me,
Whilst in a quiet slumber deep,
And lest for thee alone I be.
Thine work wouldst thou to make mine own,
And to make it mine what joy 'twould be,
For on this sphere thine heart was sown,
And grows it well for aught to see.
But covers o'er the commons eye,
And muffled be their ear,
'Tis naught but lace to mask a sigh,
And naught to cover truth but fear.
So call me now, to spread thine love,
To move the cloth from curtain'd eye,
To let shine thy light from high above,
Thy truths upon their heads shall lie.
And swell it must in portion grow,
'Till all the world does see thee true,
And every voice cry high and low,
For thine works of glory all shalt do.
I heard thine call in midst of night,
And 'fore 'twas not thine life for me,
But heedest I thine word of light,
And now have peace and love in thee.