The studio has been a-buzzing this month. The smell of beeswax fills my nostrils with joy. I have many pots stirring with projects, jewelry, teaching, learning, but even with all of this, I did not want to, simply could not, forsake my painting time. What a balm to my soul.
Beeswax-infused origami imparts such dimension and depth, makes my heart go pitter patter. I truly appreciate the sculptural elements that encaustic painting allows.
This particular painting began in July and I felt was going in the very unsatisfying direction. I set it aside for a month, staring at it on occasion. This month, I approached the painting again, brush in hand. The layers beneath are now covered, but hints of the color and movement can be detected from the surface. As the whole mood of the painting changed direction, I felt the sense that it was an offering, like the smoke of burning incense, and this came to mind:
And another angel came and stood at the altar, having a golden censer; and there was given unto him much incense, that he should offer it with the prayers of all saints upon the golden altar which was before the throne. And the smoke of the incense, which came with the prayers of the saints, ascended up before God out of the angel’s hand. Revelation 8:3-4
I am thankful that I was gently reminded this year from several different sources of the seasons of life and the honoring of each season. August felt very dry to me spiritually. I called on my reminder of seasons and rather than discouragement due to the lack of spiritual growth, I felt a patient waiting. During this time, even my prayer life seemed to feel forced and lacking. So the painting that began my September was a beginning again point. My heart made that step back into prayer and offered up the sweet smelling incense. I am thankful for the passing of such a hot, dry season.