8 x 8 inches / R&F Drawing Oil Sticks / Rubber Brush Pens / 140 lb (300 gsm), acid-free, cold press watercolor paper
Artist’s Note
Why do we strive for perfection? We will never fully achieve it. Instead, honesty — even when it’s messy and imperfect — is always within our reach.
"Mended by Your Voice"
8 x 8 inches / R&F Drawing Oil Sticks / Rubber Brush Pens / 140 lb (300 gsm), acid-free, cold press watercolor paper
Artist’s Note
There is quiet beauty in a mended wound. It speaks of past pain and patient endurance, of our humble surrender and his steady strength.
8 x 8 inches / R&F Drawing Oil Sticks / Rubber Brush Pens / 140 lb (300 gsm), acid-free, cold press watercolor paper
Artist’s Note
We have a lord. He who knows us better than ourselves. He who chose to live in us, with us. He chose us first.
8 x 8 inches / R&F Drawing Oil Sticks / Baby Oil / 140 lb (300 gsm), acid-free, cold press watercolor paper
Artist’s Note
I want to sing about your strength during my weakness. Sound starting as a sad melody, but powerfully transforming into a joyous chorus of wonder.
8 x 8 inches / R&F Drawing Oil Sticks / Rubber Brush Pens / 140 lb (300 gsm), acid-free, cold press watercolor paper
Artist’s Note
Why do we strive for perfection? We will never fully achieve it. Instead, honesty — even when it’s messy and imperfect — is always within our reach.
"Mended by Your Voice"
8 x 8 inches / R&F Drawing Oil Sticks / Rubber Brush Pens / 140 lb (300 gsm), acid-free, cold press watercolor paper
Artist’s Note
There is quiet beauty in a mended wound. It speaks of past pain and patient endurance, of our humble surrender and his steady strength.
8 x 8 inches / R&F Drawing Oil Sticks / Rubber Brush Pens / 140 lb (300 gsm), acid-free, cold press watercolor paper
Artist’s Note
We have a lord. He who knows us better than ourselves. He who chose to live in us, with us. He chose us first.
8 x 8 inches / R&F Drawing Oil Sticks / Baby Oil / 140 lb (300 gsm), acid-free, cold press watercolor paper
Artist’s Note
I want to sing about your strength during my weakness. Sound starting as a sad melody, but powerfully transforming into a joyous chorus of wonder.