What do I know about God? I paint staring eyes for myself, but they can’t pierce the haze of my own humanity. (Or anyone else’s for that matter!) I see me everywhere in everyone. I am the old woman, the … Continue reading
What do I know about God? I paint staring eyes for myself, but they can’t pierce the haze of my own humanity. (Or anyone else’s for that matter!) I see me everywhere in everyone. I am the old woman, the … Continue reading