36" x 24", Acrylic on Canvas, CAN$950.00 - Available for Sale
This year gone of the pandemic, I have walked the circle of our neighbourhood day in and day out, like walking a labyrinth. A prayer may breathe from my lips but mostly I look for beauty. It is nigh me. It surrounds me. This is my Father’s world. A labyrinth is not a maze, as much as it seems a shocking riddle of coronavirus versus humanity. The Cambridge English Dictionary defines it: The labyrinth, that primordial ground plan and image of architectural endeavour, is a projection linking time and place. A labyrinth was part of the pilgrimages of Europe. There is only one way in and only one way out. It begins where we are and ends in God. The pilgrim meets God at the centre and invites God back out of the labyrinth as Companion. It is the Way I can walk to survive and thrive in this pandemic pilgrimage.