I've been musing again on the notion of "generations."
Sara and I will celebrate our 25th wedding anniversary in a little over a week.
My parents logged 50 last year. Sara's a couple years back.
Turns out my kids are growing up, as well. Done growing mostly.
Independent scheduling and all that.
I'm cresting atop the half-way mark.
Hopefully.
This painting is my trying to make sense of those things through the lens of dwelling spaces. Houses. Simultaneously looking backward and forward in time got me thinking about trees and the way in which roots relate to fruits. Reaping and sowing.
The result was a new look at some old Hebert-Larson-Story-Epicenters ...
221 2nd Ave. NE
18680 Harrow Ave. N.
24403 158th Ave.
Music Pass, Colorado
The truth is, I just want to stop time. And if I can't do that, I'd like to just consume it all and clutch it. But when I pause long enough (to make a painting), I surrender to the fact that I'd just be holding up the work of generations. So, with reluctant but authentic expectation, let's press in. I believe the best is always yet to come.
Psalm 128
A Song of Ascents. Blessed is everyone who fears the LORD, who walks in his ways! You shall eat the fruit of the labor of your hands; you shall be blessed, and it shall be well with you. Your wife will be like a fruitful vine within your house; your children will be like olive shoots around your table. Behold, thus shall the man be blessed who fears the LORD. The LORD bless you from Zion! May you see the prosperity of Jerusalem all the days of your life! May you see your children's children! Peace be upon Israel!