This work feels like a rising. A surfacing. A moment caught between the deep and the dawn. Just as the Spirit of God brooded over the formless waters before light was spoken into being, so too did this painting hover in the unseen until it was time to emerge.
The Threshold is that sacred crossing point—the edge of the old and the cusp of the new. It is where light breaks through and forms a doorway. From beneath the temple threshold, waters begin to flow, echoing Ezekiel’s vision: life springing from the heart of the house, moving eastward toward the rising sun.
