Original artwork description:

Prayer

Some days, although we cannot pray, a prayer
utters itself. So, a woman will lift
her head from the sieve of her hands and stare
at the minims sung by a tree, a sudden gift.

Some nights, although we are faithless, the truth
enters our hearts, that small familiar pain;
then a man will stand stock-still, hearing his youth
in the distant Latin chanting of a train.

Pray for us now. Grade 1 piano scales
console the lodger looking out across
a Midlands town. Then dusk, and someone calls
a child's name as though they named their loss.

Carol Ann Duffy

I am interested in converting colours into light culminating in images of spiritual resonance . The pursuit of spirit is a common theme that run across all my projects .
I aim to serve the painting as a means of communication to

The work is done in numerous layers and has an element of mysticism to it

Materials used:

Oils

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