“Without a light to guide except the heart that lit me from inside” are the words I grab from the mouth of St. John of the Cross and begin to paint.
St. John of the Cross is the last of seven paintings that are my heart murmurations collection.
And it is my own heart —
Moving now in this —
Certainly there is more I could say about this piece —
But I won’t say it right now —
Instead, I invite you into silence with your own dark night.
And, leave you with this image, and the words of St. John of the Cross —
“Lead me to the one —
Whom only I could see —
Deep in a place where only we could be.”