Mixed Media on wood panel, 18” x 24”
At the time, the moon was just a lonely, young rock. But one day, as the moon was innocently picking daisies, a great dove appeared overhead. “Who, me"?” said the moon.
The dove was beyond tired, out of breath, for she had journeyed many miles from the land above the North Star. So the dove’s message was a little unclear. Something about grace, pregnancy, and maybe a shower of golden light.
Seemed weird, so the moon was never sure if the message got properly translated.
But sure enough, one month later, the moon began to glow.