Moving Through
ORIGINAL SOLD
I was raised Catholic. The church is metaphor for sanctuary, for love. My earliest memories are looking up at the stone columns and coffered ceilings, as the colored light danced across from the stained glass windows. The geometry of the architecture holding the weight of our sins as well as our hopes for forgiveness. I am no longer Catholic, but cathedrals still fill me with awe, but the colors of my soul journey now dance across their walls. Moving Through completed 2018.
ORIGINAL SOLD
I was raised Catholic. The church is metaphor for sanctuary, for love. My earliest memories are looking up at the stone columns and coffered ceilings, as the colored light danced across from the stained glass windows. The geometry of the architecture holding the weight of our sins as well as our hopes for forgiveness. I am no longer Catholic, but cathedrals still fill me with awe, but the colors of my soul journey now dance across their walls. Moving Through completed 2018.
ORIGINAL SOLD
I was raised Catholic. The church is metaphor for sanctuary, for love. My earliest memories are looking up at the stone columns and coffered ceilings, as the colored light danced across from the stained glass windows. The geometry of the architecture holding the weight of our sins as well as our hopes for forgiveness. I am no longer Catholic, but cathedrals still fill me with awe, but the colors of my soul journey now dance across their walls. Moving Through completed 2018.