Here’s the first one—I flopped her out on a big glass painted window in under an hour. I remember finishing and feeling underwhelmed. I was just beginning to embrace loosening up, which you must confront when drawing on glass because it’s like pushing jell-o up a slide on a hot day. I like them both for very different reasons. This first portrait is oft requested for purchase. Maybe someday, for the right amount, but for now she’s a part of our home.
I didn’t let myself look at the first Mary when I decided to revisit her this week. I have an old reference I used, of course, but when I saw the contrast between the two I burst out laughing. A lifetime in between these two, and goodness, aren’t things better now.
I’m gleefully repeating myself with the subject of Mary; my first portrait of her is so radically different it begs a comparison post later in the day when the light is better. This one is oil pastel, colored pencil and a little ink on 16x20 mat board. Usually I would tell you all about which of her eyes is wonky, and why I had to stop working on her because I would never be satisfied—but that is emphatically untrue. For once the mask of the face (nose and upper lip area) fell into place, and the endless subtle highlight tweaking brought results that pleased me. Her gaze feels focused with a realistic yet sorrowful hope for this world.
When I look at her from the opposite end of the basement, I don’t like it nearly as much. Five paces away is just about right.
I’ve always been one to tell you everything that went wrong, both on the plate when baking/cooking or on the wall with artwork. It’s just not there this time. I just like it.
I’m so thankful for a wonderful critique and all the great feedback from the VT sova faculty. After lots (and lots) of experimentation I am so grateful to find something that’s feels authentic to me & I can’t wait to see where it takes me
I️ found this vintage compact damaged, the whole middle of the flower pattern had chipped off, so I️ patched it up with a funeral card. I’ll have to keep an 👁 out for more compacts so I️ can bring a collection to @a_little_bazaar ✨ (Holiday Oddities Market Dec 9)
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Let us bow down before the Hierarch of Christ Nektarios, honoured with heavenly gifts, and cry from the depths of our souls: “O Saint Nektarios, guardian of the Orthodox, deliver us who seek refuge under your shelter, O Father, from every want and calamity, and from temptation and grievous ills.”
+From the Paraklesis Service of Saint Nektarios.
Nektarios the Wonderworker, Metropolitan of Pentapolis:
Saint Nektarios was born in Selyvria of Thrace on October 1, 1846. After putting himself through school in Constantinople with much hard labour, he became a monk on Chios in 1876, receiving the monastic name of Lazarus; because of his virtue, a year later he was ordained deacon, receiving the new name of Nektarius. Under the patronage of Patriarch Sophronius of Alexandria, Nektarios went to Athens to study in 1882; completing his theological studies in 1885, he went to Alexandria, where Patriarch Sophronius ordained him priest on March 23, 1886 in the Cathedral of Saint Sabbas, and in August of the same year, in the Church of Saint Nicholas in Cairo, made him Archimandrite. Archimandrite Nektarios showed much zeal both for preaching the word of God, and for the beauty of God's house. He greatly beautified the Church of Saint Nicholas in Cairo, and years later, when Nektarios was in Athens, Saint Nicholas appeared to him in a dream, embracing him and telling him he was going to exalt him very high.
On January 15, 1889, in the same Church of Saint Nicholas, Nektarios was consecrated Metropolitan of the Pentapolis in eastern Libya, which was under the jurisdiction of Alexandria. Although Nektarios' swift ascent through the degrees of ecclesiastical office did not affect his modesty and childlike innocence, it aroused the envy of lesser men, who convinced the elderly Sophronius that Nektarios had it in his heart to become Patriarch. Since the people loved Nektarius, the Patriarch was troubled by the slanders. On May 3, 1890, Sophronius relieved Metropolitan Nektarios of his duties; in July of the same year, he commanded Nektarius to leave Egypt.
Without seeking to avenge or even to defend himself, the innocent Metropolitan left for Athens, where he found that accusations of immorality had arrived before him. Because his good name had been soiled, he was unable to find a position worthy of a bishop, and in February of 1891 accepted the position of provincial preacher in Euboia; then, in 1894, he was appointed dean of the Rizarios Ecclesiastical School in Athens. (Continued below)
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When Saint David was released from being imprisoned, after being accused of freeing slaves, he thought that it would not be good to return to his original monastery. After some time, which he spent wandering in that area, without being able to find an appropriate place to rest, he decided to go to the island opposite, Evia.
While he was on the coast of Atalanti, he saw a man with a boat and asked him kindly to take him to the island. The man saw the humble monk with the worn robe; he refused to transfer him and continued his work indifferently.
Saint David, without being upset by the man's behavior, went some meters away, removed his worn robe, laid it on the water and after making the sign of the cross, stepped on his robe and started sailing quickly through the waves.
The man, surprised, saw the Saint on his robe sailing and leaving the coast behind him. He then understood that this monk was a saint and he started shouting and begging... - Come father, come father with my boat. Come father... Saint David blessed him from afar and continued his journey.
With his robe he arrived at the village of Rovies. When he stepped on the shore, he began climbing the green mountain, which rose behind the village. He then found and restored an old and ruined chapel and started his monastery.
Cosmas and Damian the Holy Unmercenaries of Asia, and their mother Theodota:
These Saints were from Asia (that is, Asia Minor). After the death of their father, their Christ-loving mother Theodota reared them in piety and in all manner of virtue, and had them instructed in every science, especially that of medicine. This became their vocation, and they went about healing every illness and malady, bestowing healing freely on both men and beasts alike; because of this, they are called "Unmercenaries." And thus, having completed the course of their life, they reposed in peace.
Plagal Fourth Mode
Sainted Unmercenaries and Wonder Workers, regard our infirmities; freely you have received, freely share with us.
A great boast of Evia were you proved to be, the all-glorious, David the divine, as a holy descendent of virtue, and a most-true defender of Christ, and equal to all the Righteous. Therefore Righteous Father, entreat Christ God, to grant us great mercy.
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Saint David the Righteous of Evia:
Saint David was born between 1470 and 1480, in the village of Gardinitsa in the province of Locrida. His father, Christodoulos, was a priest. He and his pious wife Theodora had four children, whom they raised "in the nurture and admonition of the Lord". When Saint David was fifteen years old, he left his village with the blessing of his parents and followed the hieromonk Akakios, a virtuous and experienced spiritual father, whom he met due to the Providence of the Lord. He stayed at the monastery for five years and his asceticism, obedience and humility were sterling. After visits to many monasteries and being ordained a priest he decided to restore a chapel in the village of Rovies and over time many people came to him and a small brotherhood formed. The monastery became a beacon for the area of North Evia which illumined the people's souls and comforted the Christians during those difficult years of slavery. When Saint David became even older, he foresaw his death in a divine revelation. Then he called the fathers of the monastery and announced to them that in three days he would pass away.With fatherly love, he advised the monks accordingly. Shortly before rendering his holy soul into the hands of the Lord he said...- Behold, my brothers, the Lord Jesus Christ is coming! The monks of the monastery were desolate. With deep sadness and tears, they buried his body. The miracles of Saint David have been numerous during the centuries, as have been the believers, who have become witnesses of his glory before the Lord's throne.
People with physical, psychic and spiritual diseases are freed from the burden of their ailments by leaning down to venerate his holy skull. They depart healed and they thank the Saint, praising God.
May we have his loving intercessions always!☦️
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The way of the Church is love; it differs from the way of the legalists. The Church sees everything with tolerance and seeks to help each person, whatever he may have done, however sinful he may be. +Saint Paisios of Mount Athos.
100,000 Martyrs of Tbilisi slain under Jalal al-Din (1227).
In 1227 Sultan Jalal al-Din of Khwarazm and his army of Turkmen attacked Georgia. On the first day of the battle the Georgian army valorously warded off the invaders as they were approaching Tbilisi. That night, however, a group of Persians who were living in Tbilisi secretly opened the gates and summoned the enemy army into the city.
According to one manuscript in which this most terrible day in Georgian history was described: “Words are powerless to convey the destruction that the enemy wrought: tearing infants from their mothers’ breasts, they beat their heads against the bridge, watching as their eyes dropped from their skulls.…” A river of blood flowed through the city. The Turkmen castrated young children, raped women, and stabbed mothers to death over their children’s lifeless bodies. The whole city shuddered at the sound of wailing and lamentation. The river and streets of the city were filled with death.
The sultan ordered that the cupola of Sioni Cathedral be taken down and replaced by his vile throne. And at his command the icons of the Theotokos and our Savior were carried out of Sioni Cathedral and placed at the center of the bridge across the Mtkvari River. The invaders goaded the people to the bridge, ordering them to cross it and spit on the holy icons. Those who betrayed the Christian Faith and mocked the icons were spared their lives, while the Orthodox confessors were beheaded.
One hundred thousand Georgians sacrificed their lives to venerate the holy icons. One hundred thousand severed heads and headless bodies were carried by the bloody current down the Mtkvari River.