The monk of my soul kneels before a red moon. It is said the sun will be turned to darkness and the moon to blood before the great day of the Lord comes. The monk’s prayer seeks the completion of that turning, the arrival of that day.
Recently I went back through paintings I’ve posted over the past year. I found a couple I didn’t like anymore. One of these, I ripped up, then put some of the shredded pieces onto two fresh sheets of paper and let new pictures emerge. This and the next image I’m going to post are the results.