"and I have also spoken by the prophets and I have multiplied visions and by the hand of prophets used likenesses." (Hosea 12:10, My translation).
The Lord is calling us to come up, to arise and see things from a high perspective, from within our relationship with Him. Come up and be a zealous hot burning volcano, not a fragile static glass vessel. We aren't just vessels to be filled no matter how transparent and lovely. We are meant to be dynamic carriers of His Spirit.
The paint came off in this image I began of a beautiful glass vessel, so I couldn't complete it. I began preparing to repaint it after adding gesso to the canvas. Before I could, I was at a meeting worshiping God and had a vision of the ribbons I'd painted in the unfinished painting, released into the heavens above where we were worshiping. Afterwards, the Holy Spirit impressed upon me to do it from a different perspective without the fragile glass vessel. So I re-sketched it on the canvas and the Holy Spirit pointed out the volcano. Originally, it was going to be a hill or a mountain, so I prepared a quick sketch of a volcano errupting with the ribbons I use to dance with. It was preparation for a prayer/worship gathering. I wasn't well on the night, but soemone else painted a volcano above the snake line during the event. About a year later the art was still unfinished and I had a dream about my art assignment being late, so I got back to work on it and finished it ... although I'd like to add more colours to the volcano.
Maybe one form of prophetic art is like preaching. Sharing a scripture the Holy Spirit reminds us of. It can be a form of unpicking the word God gives for the moment, in order to share what God is saying.
When I became a Christian I wanted my art to reflect what I believed, so in 1971 when my English teacher commissioned me to make her an art work, I talked it over with God and a suitable scripture verse leapt into my immagination: "The heavens declare the beauty of God. The firmament proclaims His handiwork." I immediately knew how to paint it. I meditated on the words as I painted it.
Maybe this acrylic I did in 1971 was prophetic art. It was the word of God to me before I knew it. A foretelling of the future. The following year I dreamt of fires starting here and there, and believed God was saying to me that if I obeyed Him, Holy Spirit fire would catch here and there and many people would come to know Jesus. The flower in this image is growing in the fire.
In 1972 I tried to paint the dream but it wasn't very good (now there's a fold line down the middle). I thought I'd re-paint it, but never did.
In 2015 I just happened to be visiting a church and the guest speaker had a similar vision to the dream I'd had in 1972.
In the 1980's I had a vision in which I was riding in a king's chariot and the ground beneath me was dry and barren. The Lord said to me that even though the ground was dry and barren, I would ride like a king. A single flower growing in a hard place keeps popping up in my photos and art. "Something Beautiful for God" (below) and "Loved Never Forgotten" have this theme.
Loved - Never Forgotten
Australia has some unusual juxtapositioning of things.
After taking photos of rocks, I used Terra Painter to create a surface
map with a lot of flat areas. I opened it up in Terragen and did some
sculpting to get the rocks where I wanted them with the sun rays shining
down. I used one of the rock photos as a surface texture.
In 2005 I sat in church wondering and praying about what to put in the spotlight. I thought a flower might work.
As I drove home I saw a single red flower growing on the side of the road. I went home and got my digital camera. I took a number of shots and then moved the grass away from the base. As I did the petals fell off. The timing was perfect. I had captured the flower just in time. A wild poppy fitted in perfectly with what I wanted to say in this image. I took the rendered image into Photoshop and joined 3 photos so as not to have any foreshortening in the flower stem.
In 2006 the image won "The peoples choice award" in the "Art Views in the Hills" exhibition in Wanniassa (view), even though it was hung in one of the least visible places, well below eye level. I was surprised for I thought people might not even notice it where it was hung. It was a bit like the poppy in the image itself standing alone in a desert like place. But God saw it. As the spotlight shone down on the flower, so the spotlight shone on my art work, singling it out. It was noticed and honored. It was not forgotten. It reminded me of the image I had made called "Something beautiful for God." (Below).
In 2008 on the very day I was editing the section in my autobiography about how I created "Loved Never Forgotten," I had to walk to visit the doctor because our car had been stolen. Beside the footpath, where I was sure to see it, was a single red poppy. I'd never seen one growing beside this particular path before and it was the only one! It was the same type as the one I had seen and captured for my art work, only this one looked stronger and had a second bud. I went back later in the day with my camera but the petals had already fallen off. For it to have been in full bloom as I was passing by, on the day I was editing that part of my book, was amazing. A week later and it wouldn't have been there as the grass along the road was cut. I said, "Are You going to put my art in the spotlight again, Lord?"
When I checked my emails the following day there was an enquiry from a lady in Arizona who wanted to show my art to a group of church leaders and educators. She wanted to show them that Christian art could be more than "felt glued on felt," and "pretty photos with texts printed on them."
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Something Beautiful for God
Perhaps another type of prophetic art is made in response to the encouragement we get from the Holy Spirit for our present situation. In 1974 someone had, with kind intensions, told me my art wasn't Christian as it didn’t show the flawed nature of life. I was very upset and went for a walk to be alone with God. Sitting down among a pile of cut logs, I poured out my heart to Him. I didn’t really understand what the person meant. Through my tears I suddenly noticed a golden flower. It was fragile and beautiful, such a contrast growing up among the rotting cut logs and old roots of trees. I knew the Holy Spirit was pointing it out to me. I felt like that fragile wild flower and could almost believe I was something beautiful for God. Almost. It was too wonderful for me to contemplate such an idea at that time. I decided not to worry about what Christian art was or wasn’t. I would make something beautiful for God in the style I was using at the time. Being light in the darkness is a similar concept. Don't be anxious, just bloom where you're placed, is another. Over the years God has often shown me images in nature that are similar, and my life has been like that: blooming in difficult situations. Some I've photographed and called prophetic photography.
"But when He, the Spirit of truth, comes, ... the things to come He will declare to you." John 16:13
In 2000 I moved to Australia and made the sketch opposite (right). At the time I didn't know it was a prophetic one, fortelling the future, but in 2001 there was a tsunami and in 2002 there was a volcanic erruption in Nyiragongo. I'd never seen a Tsunami before making the sketch. Some years later when I looked at this sketch again, it looked like what I'd seen on TV: the water was a picture of calm, then a sudden giant wave appeared and water was sucked out to sea leaving the sand, like it is in my sketch. A volcano is more obvious. People know where they are ahead of time. This was the beginning of a more obvious kind of prophetic art for me; fortelling the future.
In 2009 God spoke to me about making art through this verse: "and by the hand of prophets use likenesses" (Hosea 12:13) I had already started doing this. I thought art was like a parable and I was following Jesus and the prophet's example.
On December 2005, after believing a disaster was just around the corner. I was anxious and uploaded this artwork to my renderosity gallery. It wasn't the best of art works, but I hoped whoever needed to see it would. I made the background in a 3D modelling software called terregen and used a photo of road kill that had disturbed me. The first day I'd seen one dead kangaroo and the next day a lot of them. This fortelling came to pass in 2006 immediately after I stopped being anxious about it and submitted myself into Jesus' care. I had a car accident and narrowly missed being "road kill" myslef. It was a good lesson. Instead of being anxious I should have been praying that God would protect me and us, or stop any disaster from happening. Read more
I created poems and art works about billowing waves and earthquakes as I knew New Zealand was going to have a big one. I visited a pastor in New Zealand to talk about it. She said the prophets in New Zealand were all saying the same thing, only they were saying it would happen in the North Island. I knew one was coming to the South Isalnd. I believed it was the Holy Spirit who had let me know it would not reach Palmerston North, where some of my family lived. What was I to do? Who should I tell? I emailed my brother as he was about to buy a place near the known tectonic plates at the top of the South Island. Later I emailed him again explaining that I was just worried about a big earthquake coming. I prayed for the known tectonic plates and that God would protect my family members who lived near them.
At the airport a man said "Have a nice Summer." That was odd. It was winter, so I told him I hoped he would have a great summer as there was a big earthquake coming. Back home I told a friend and she warned me not to say it in the sharing time at church. I didn't.
I wrote it down and placed it on the table at the back of the church in a testimony about the holiday I had in NZ. It was not the sort of thing my church was used to. It wasn't really the sort of thing I was used to either. I continued to pray for the tectonic plates below the top of the South Island and for the North Island. God answered that prayer, but the earthquake still came to pass; in Christchurch. No one knew there was a fault line there.
Pattern of branches
In 2006 I made a quick watercolour sketch of an idea that came into my mind -a pattern created by overlappying branches. I didn't like the sketch so never used the idea. We moved to QLD and in 2018 the Holy Spirit pointed to some trees on our property and I was amazed. They looked like the criss crossing of branches that had come into my mind all those years ago.
"God hurled a storm" - Jonah 1:4
I believed God was speaking to me about floods, so I prophesied in poems and art. When I thought the time was near, I was rostered to lead the prayers in church so I prayed that God would divert the flood from the city, a weird prayer for our church. I was thinking of the Brisbane area. Soon after a flood did come to the Brisbane area.
I created this to illustrate a section of Hebrew I was translating "And God hurled a storm" (Jonah 1:4). and my lecturer asked for it on cards, so I made it into a card. We promptly had some strong storms and floods.
In Isaiah 44:26 it says God confirms the words of His servants, so I no longer like to declare some things, even in art. In the past I prayed that God would have mercy and intervene to divert disasters. Now I declare that Jesus is able to still the storms. Let it be still. He is able to stop earthquakes. Peace be still. And stars falling to earth? He has and can continue to divert them. *smile*
Feathered Stream - 2008
My husband and I went to Mitchell in the ACT but the shop we wanted to go to was shut. I wanted to take some photos of a cockatoo I saw in a cage outside a pet shop, but Peter didn't want to stop. The following weekend we went again. Again my husband didn’t want to stop at the pet shop. This time however, the place we were going to was shut again. It was eleven o’clock and we discovered the shop didn’t open until eleven thirty. We had half an hour to waste so Peter drove us back to the pet shop.
I took some photos of the cockatoo and another bird in their cages and then the owner came over and opened the door. I asked him if he would open the door for the cockatoo as well so I could get some close ups and he did. The bird was used to its cage so it didn’t fly away. I got some good shots and even some beak shots. God had given me the very thing that was in my heart again.
As we drove past the pet shop on our way home I saw a wild cockatoo on the ground near the cage, so I used these photos in an art work for the upcoming 2008 Belconnen Arts Network (BeAN) Annual Art exhibition called "Wild."
I manipulated, enlarged and distorted a photo I took of a stream I had seen on the way to Wee Jasper. It was feathered very much like the yellow cockatoo head feathers. I perched the cockatoos on the picture border and made the stream come out beyond the border of the picture, like a wild stream breaking away from the normal river flow. Freedom is like that, but the effects of being caged or "going with the flow" can take some time to overcome. The fear of freedom, of "no constraints" can hold a person back from experiencing the greatest adventures.
In 2010 I looked back at "Wild Feathered Stream," and felt concerned. The stream overflowed its borders and thoughts of storms and floods kept coming into my mind. I knew Australia was going to have a bad one. I prayed that God would divert the flood from the city. December 2010 to January 2011 Brisbane did have a bad one and I believed that was it.
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The Lord spoke to me about going to a land He'd show me. I had two dreams about this place and it was covered in tree. In 2000, we moved to Australia, and I asked the Lord if this was the land.
I loved the bark peeling off the eucalyptus trees and made poems and art about it, including the one above ( I was going to redo it to fix the background and leaves at the top, but didn't). I didn't know it was prophetic at the time. To me, it showed the land of my physical birth (NZ) peeling off like bark and the land of my spirtual birth (AU) growing up.
In 2012 my husband wanted to retire to the Gold Coast and I saw trees on the Gold Coast like the trees God had shown me, so we moved to Mount Nathan. We sarted going to a church in Nerang. The Holy Spirit then let me know God had planted me here and I knew I was in the right area.
In 2018, because I heard in a dream the word, "Map. I hardly ever see one now," I asked God what it meant and researched it, discovering the concept of spiritual mapping. Consequently, I looked up the history of Nerang and the Gold Coast. I was amazed. A few nights before, I'd dreamed some of what had happened in Nerang's history.
I also discovered the original name for Nerang. It is Birribi meaning spirals of dead bark hanging from eucalypts, like the painting I'd done and photos I'd taken and poems I'd written when I first came to Australia.
I also dreamed about the land rising up, and discovered the land here rose up according to a dreamtime legend. The art work I did in 2000 has the aboriginal symbolism for this area.
So, although I didn't know it at the time, the Lord had been showing the land, the place where He wanted us to go to, just like He said He would.Paper Waves
In 2009 I made this art work for a competition on conservation.
In February 2018 while chain sawing trees on our property called "Tall Timbers," I slipped and stepped backwards onto the remains of a small tree. It penetrated my foot. I didn't realize shards of wood remained in my foot untill it got infected. The doctor removed some and later I did too. I was surprized at their shape. They were curled like the paper waves I'd created in "Paper Waves."
In a dream I heard the words, "Map. I hardly ever see one now," so I asked God what it meant and ended up learning about spiritual mapping. I looked up the history of Nerang and the Gold Coast and was amazed. On 13/4/18 I'd dreamed some of the history of the area we live in. Like our property the area had been covered in "tall timbers," but by 1934 the rivers had been "denuded" by the timber men (W. E. Hanlon), like my art work depicts. This area had been a favourite aborigine hunting ground and they were killed enmass. I wondered if they had cursed those who were chopping down their trees, so I prayed accordingly, acknowledging the wrongs that had been done in the past, and Jesus' power to protect.
In May I read in 2 Chronicles 26 that Uzziah rebuilt Eloth (lofty trees - Tall Timbers!) and restored it to Judah (praise).
I asked God what I should paint next and a vision of a mountain surrounded by/on cloud came into my mind so I sketched it. It reminded me of a vision I’d had in church of the lighthouse on clouds which speaks of the moveable nature of God leading His people in the day.
I painted pink clouds, but the paint all peeled off and I liked the shape of the mountains and the parchment colour beneath, so I used a paint colour called parchment for the clouds. It was very symbolic, because I was painting an image of a parchment to represent the Scripture that speaks of God as a mountain! I asked God what I should put in the image and as I read my daily Bible reading, the Holy Spirit mentioned, “Waterfall.”
I changed the mountain back to one peak and planned to add water coming from the rock. As I looked at what I’d done, I saw the impression of darker clouds in the sky above the mountain. I'd never seen a vision like that before - God overlapping my painting with His suggestion as I looked at it, so I added them. so I added them.
The following Sunday in church during the worship, an image of a mountain peak that curved around came into my mind, only it was facing the opposite direction from the one I'd painted. Did the Lord want me to change my painting? Then I realised, if I added it to the painting the mountain would look like it was hugging itself and show the community that is our God. So I asked the Lord if He wanted me to paint the mountain He'd just shown me.
Then a bit later during worship, I saw a cloudy mist and wondered what the Lord was saying. It was white, not parchment like in my painting and it seemed like it was in our midst. So I added white to the parchment colour.
I wasn’t sure if I should put the shadows in the middle. I did as I was thinking about the darkness surrounding God. I looked up 2 Samuel 22 and read David’s song. I realised then that lightning bolts could cause shadows to be opposite each other on a mountain.
2 Samuel 22: " He parted the heavens and came down. Dark clouds were under his feet ... He made darkness a canopy around Him, a gathering of water and thick clouds."
Jesus doesn't always come to us looking like what we are expecting to see.
Becoming a window to the world beyond.
I dreamt I was inside a house and saw a hole appearing in part of the wall that was filled up with old dark straw and sawdust. A big scary looking spider like creature was making the hole. I thought I should kill it or at least remove it. I looked more closely and saw its legs were hard like a crabs. Bits of stuff fell out of the hole including some insects. I thought they might have been its offspring so I looked inside but it had had gone. The hole was bigger and the light was coming in from the other side. All sorts of stuff was there. In the middle was a bouquet. Wrapped inside the clear cellophane were two tiny birds on a branch, one dark and the other I saw was suddenly pure white. Then the cellophane began unwrapping like a flower opening and the two tiny birds woke up. The hole now looked like an open window in a white wall and I could see beyond. The window and the place beyond was filled with light and very, very beautiful. It was a city with the atmosphere of a place by the sea. The beauty wasn't in the structure or shapes of buildings, but the presence of God.
I made this digital sketch after someone suggest I do so. It is based on a dream I had where I arrived on a new land and saw an enormous tree. I thought it would be a good place to build a platform, a hut, and look out over the land. I would be able to see any enemy from it’s branches. I started climbing up the tree but there were young people sleeping on each branch. I said, “There is no room for me.” A matriarch at the top, said, "I am about to make room." I imaged the new branches above her. I looked up and where the new branches would be, there was a ceiling. It was a pregnant belly.
A few days ago the Lord made my paintbrush shine in very bright light, then last night it was my glasses. Today my reading was about doing the Lords pleasure, not mine, so I got my paint brushes out today.
Some days ago In a dream I saw black grapes in a thicket bush. Last night I had two dreams about sharks. One I saw the underbelly of, the other was about a false prophet being like a shark, snapping at the tail of a guard dog, who had rushed in between it and the ones it is sent to protect, to herd them out of the water. And today while driving I saw in the clouds a crocodile shape with it's mouth open trying to catch a bird.
You will know them by their fruit.
“Beware of false prophets. They come to you in sheep’s clothing, but inwardly they are ravenous wolves. By their fruit you will recognize them. Are grapes gathered from thornbushes, or figs from thistles? Likewise, every good tree bears good fruit, but a bad tree bears bad fruit …” Matthew 7:16
I was going to digitally sketch, flowers beaming and dancing in the light and cloud, but immediately I tried, a vision of white leaves leapt into my sight and I thought of the leaves on the Tree of Life as healing for the nations. So I put them in the foreground and the earth in the distance below, behind the Ruach -The breath of God, which is needed for people to arise and dance and minister to the world. In the first image, they looked a bit limp - floating rather than dancing. I meditated upon this and fixed them, realising that in order to co-operate in the Spirit, we need to be able to bend, to be flexible. When we rely on our own understanding and knowing, we can become inflexible. There are new things the Lord wants to lead us into.
I dreamt that a great wall of balls of ice and snow like enormous hail was released by something like lightening and I wondered if the wall was holding back water. The hail/snow went flying everywhere. In a mountainous area, houses along a river began to be flooded as the river became a torrent. Some were swept into the icy river. I wondered why they didn't climb the steep mountain instead. People were told to leave their houses but were too slow. Then someone told me about a valley further up . They said, "The whole valley is about to be flooded." I set off to warn the people and passed a row of deserted houses, I presumed were from a previous flood. I came out into the valley and people were standing around a well, staring at it. The water had risen and it looked like the icy covering was about to melt and the water would pour over the top. I started telling people that people were saying the whole valley was about to be flooded. They didn't seem to hear me. Then a man said, "Go to South street, the signs are there." I looked around for him among the people, but he had disappeared. I asked a child where South street was and found it. Along one side was a great wall that had cracks in it. I wanted to get out fast before it came crashing down on me.
When I woke I asked God if I'd seen His storehouse of snow and hail, or if the dream was allegorical. "Have you entered the storehouses of the snow or seen the storehouses of the hail ..." (Job 38:22)
A few days later I saw on TV some parts of the world had the most snow they'd had for decades and even some places in Australia which had been experienceing some heat waves, had "unseasonal snow and 'giant hail'" In December 2018 we had hail damage to all the rooves on our property.
I was going to be a live artist during the 2018 Commonwealth games, so I began preparing. Someone who saw my sketch said, "Now that is prophetic." I knew it was. A flood of rain was coming. I thought it was going to happen in the natural world, untill someone suggestted the pouring out of God's Spirit, which made me hope that that was the case. During the games and lead up to them, I had a great increase in all kinds of visions and dreams. It turned out to be a special time for me, like rain coming down refreshing me. I later learned the christian artists had been called forth and people were praying for them. God sure answered their prayers and declarations in me.
I was making anpother quick concept sketch in preparation for the Commonwealth games. I hadn't meant to sketch a flood, just a cliff, some rocks and a wave but it ended looking like a flood and I believed one was coming. I saw parts of buildings underwater.
In February 2019 Townsville had the biggest flood for 100 years.
9/10/16 In church as I silently read the words of the scripture on the screen, they suddenly began to move, to flow like a paintbrush, in a back and down, forward and down motion-the kind of brush stroke I'd make when painting petals on a rose flower. Then I saw a flower beaming up at the sun. As it beamed everything became whiter in kind of sparkly light that was alive. Then suddenly the flower and the light seemed to be one burst of joy.
15/10/16 I made a quick painting to capture a little of the vision. It was all in white, but that's hard to paint. The petals when fully open in the light, curved downwards more than I've painted them here.
Digital Sketch 2016
I dreamt a giant wave of water was coming and headed off to warn everyone, but I didn't have time. The water swamped me before I could reach the town. It then swept me up onto the bank to the right of where the town was, battered but alive.
When I woke I saw that in my dream I had focussed on my injuries, and not the amazing rescue I'd experienced. I should have drowned in the water. I prayed for God's mercy upon us all. I prayed in the Spirit all sorts of things concerning the possibility of a giant tide of water. My desire was that God reduce it and protect us all.
The following week on June 3rd we had a storm and flash flooding on the Gold Coast. The storm broke one of our trees which fell on the front wall and fence. It also broke two of my pencil sculptures and tossed them over the bank - minimal damage compared to others. It just so happened that I'd been wanting to move the tree and the sculptures. The storm made it possible.
What was Jesus saying in this? God sometimes uses what we think as disasters to put us in a different place, sometimes a more visible place, or to help us change direction, or see a new opportunity. So trust Jesus to bring good from whatever difficulties you are facing right now. Magnify Jesus and live thankfully. Fill your mouths and mind with thankfulness. Jesus has rescued you.
In April of 2011 I had a vision in church of a tumbleweed blowing in the wind, in a desert like place. Someone else said they believed there was some-one in the room who was having trouble letting go. I wondered if it was me. I had prayed about leaving teaching but was holding on. Our minister believed the message was for me. Everyone else who was there that night, thought the tumbleweed was me. When I got home I found out that a tumbleweed "uprooted" or rather left it's roots behind and went where the wind took it. It scattered seed as it tumbled. It sounded just like an image that had been growing inside me. It sounded like what the Holy Spirit had told me in the late 70's. I would be travelling and speaking one on one with the people I met. The tumble weed vision came to pass. I did go travelling and scattered the seed of God's word as I went. We did uproot and move the following year as well.
In the early 1970's I had a dream about a large red rock like Ayers rock. Water came pouring down like rain over it. The water was filled with the most amazing moving patterns, like nothing I'd seen before. The rain seemed to be alive. I wanted to paint it, but didn't know how to interpret the moving patterns, so I put it on hold. Later I discovered that Jesus poured forth living waters and knew that was what I'd seen.
"For my people have committed two evils: they have forsaken me, the fountain of living waters, and hewed out cisterns for themselves, broken cisterns that can hold no water" (Jeremiah 2:13). "For I will pour water on the thirsty land, and streams on the dry ground; I will pour my Spirit upon your offspring, and my blessing on your descendants" (Isaiah 44:3).
Jesus answered her, “If you knew the gift of God, and who it is that is saying to you, ‘Give me a drink,’ you would have asked him, and he would have given you living water” (John 4:10-14).
In 1978 I had a dream about a shell. I believed the dream was from God, so when my husband came home with a shell for me, I was very surprized and delighted. He didn't know about the dream.That weekend I asked my husband if he would do the cooking so I could make art. He did. I began a series on the theme of broken shells. I thought they would show the flawed and cracked nature of life and thus satisfy the criteria I'd been given for Christian art. I made two art works based on the dream and thought my life was like the broken shells. I had become so busy I'd stopped reading the Bible and talking to God throughout the day. I was missing Him, and didn't know it. I'd thought a husband would fill the lonliness hole, but I discovered only communication with God could.
Another type of prophetic art could be art that the Holy Spirit consistently uses to impart something. In 1974 I was asked to do an artwork as part of a harvest festival. We gathered and I created the art work on site finishing it just in time for the Sunday service. The Anglican minister placed it on the altar and continued to do so each year. He told me when people walked past it, they all felt like raising their hands in worship.
Is this prophetic art or worship leading?
It was an up-front ministry.
I was asked to contribute an art work to our celebration of Pentecost at church. For this art work, I wanted to get some photos of the wings of the Cockatoo, so I put the telephoto lens on my camera and left it in the car hoping to see a flock of the birds. I prayed that God would help me to get a good shot.....but after about 3 months I took the camera out of the car. I had not seen them close enough and I was thinking that the camera I had was the wrong sort for catching the kind of images I wanted. Meanwhile I'd also seen the images of two hands crossed in an iconic art work and they looked just like wings. So I decided I would try and morph two hands into a dove ... the Holy Spirit is the "ezer" - "Helper" like two hands.
I took the camera out of the car and that afternoon I heard a lot of squawking. It took me a few minutes to realize that there were cockatoos outside my house. I grabbed the camera and went outside. The cockatoos flew towards me, lifted their wings, (which was just the shot I wanted!!) and then flew away. How gracious God is!
Christmas 2005 we visited Melbourne. I decided to go to the Museum. They had stuffed birds hanging from the ceiling ... I was able to use my digital camera to take the photos I had originally wanted. I put them together to make this one: The right images for my camera!
In 2007 two wild cockatoos came to my balcony and posed for me! So God answered my prayer.
Go Pilgrim (Digital Sketch)
I made this preliminary art work (digital sketch) for a competition in 2006 but changed it many times before entering it. In 2015 as I was looking at it I believed it was the word that would help a musical pilgrim, who was wanting directions. I sent her the image and told her she might not know the end destination, but as she went she would be directed as to the next step.
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Flowers will bloom in the desert
Taken from Isaiah 35:1 "The wilderness shall be glad and the solitary place shall rejoice and the wilderness shall blossom as the rose."
Let the rivers clap their hands
I created an art work called "Let the rivers clap their hands" for the Belconnen Arts Network (BeAN) Annual Art exhibition called "Show of Hands." Soon after this, Peter and I went to visit our youngest daughter. She had moved onto a farm cottage beside a river. It was a lovely spot. We walked down the bank where the river should have been but there were only a few ponds here and there. It was disappointing and I felt deeply concerned when I heard how the river had been dammed and water syphoned off. Roseanne had to buy her water in flagons and many of the homes that relied on the water from the river were now up for sale at bargain prices. Peter and I followed the river home, and as I continued to feel disturbed, I prayed earnestly that God would fill the river again. About two weeks later it rained so much the river did indeed clap its hands. It even overflowed the banks, taking out part of the road. My art work had proved to be a prophetic work and God had given me more than what I asked for.
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