Is it possible to see the turmoil in the world through the lens of childlike wonder and trust? Can we live in a place of screaming headlines and horror stories and see the innocence and beauty of the world the way we did when we were young and life felt simple? Is it what we see or how we see? Does hurt trump healing? Is it possible for love and goodness to be primary and noise and chaos distant periphery? What is true? If beauty exists, it exists to be seen. "The eye is the lamp of the body. You draw light into your body through your eyes, and light shines out to the world through your eyes. So if your eye is well and shows you what is true, then your whole body will be filled with light." —Jesus Whatever is lovely, whatever is commendable…think about these things. Mixed media on canvas. Nods to various countries and peoples represented in work. Metallic accents.

Artwork Size & Ink Base:

48x48 inches on gallery canvas