In 1982 I lost one
of my sisters. Processing that grief became an
insurmountable burden. By 1994 my faith seemed
stretched beyond capacity. I found myself drawn
to cathedrals, and especially their ceilings.
There, with my camera, I found a peace that I
could find nowhere else. The simple action of
looking up drew my spirit higher.
Stone and shadows became my refuge. Soaring
Gothic was born in 1995 out of this period
of struggle and opened new path for me in my
In 1998 my father died. Again, I was weighed
down with the power of death and life. Now there
were no cathedrals for me to visit. I had to
turn to God and the solitude of my own soul.
Remembering the promise of the ceilings,
infinite space and a peaceful universe full of
Godís promise, I turned once again to my
pastels. Each mark became for me the repetition
of a mantra, balm for my wounded soul. The lines
and colors became the shadowy movement of light
on cathedral walls. That same peace I found in a
cathedral returned with each mark upon the
paper, and Journey of the Soul II
2002 brought the death of my mother, and a year
later the death of my second sister. As I drew
upon my source of photographs, Cathedral of
the Interior appeared. With it came the
realization that there is no division between
heaven and earth. My loved ones arenít gone;
they have only stepped behind the veil and will
be there with my Lord when it is time for me to
enter the greatest cathedral of all. The
presence of the Holy has become part and parcel
of my working atmosphere. It is to God, through
my paints, my camera, and my computer, that I
turn for solace. He has never failed to appear
and to sooth my soul and enrich my life with the
gift of image.
24" x 18"
Journey of the Soul, II
25" x 20"