Underground Metanoia

A few days ago on Fresh Air Terry Gross interviewed Lutheran pastor Nadia Bolz-Weber. This image came to mind during the interview while Bolz-Weber was describing how, in some instances, perhaps more often than we’re inclined to believe, church basements are where things are really happening.

underground metanoia


Started this one in Sketch Club, but I couldn’t export the image to my iPhotos because of a glitch associated with today’s iPad operating system update, which has imbalanced the heck out of a couple of apps. So I screen shot the captive image and opened it up in Procreate and iColorama, where I tweaked away without signing it. I kinda’ like it, so I’m posting it before hitting the sack.

Remembering Katrina

Prints (and other accessories) like this one are already or can easily become available for online purchase via Redbubble (click here for an illustration, a 17″ X 12″ black box framed print, off white matte).
Remembering Katrina

Satelite images of her almost filled the entire Gulf of Mexico. Nowadays she’s etched in our memories one way or another.

This digital painting was executed on an iPad in Procreate and iColorama using a sty-HD stylus couple of weeks after the 10th anniversary of Katrina.

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I’m becoming accustomed to looking at faith as the displacement of doctrine and dogma, a subtractive process, rather than the accumulation of doctrinal and dogmatic content, an additive process not unlike the greedy chipmunk gorging on nuts until his cheeks nearly explode.

Freehand sketch in Procreate using a reference photo in a side-by-side manner. Sty-HD stylus too.

Idiosyncratic Splotch: Missing Subjunctive Mood


ArtRage, Procreate, iColorama

I’m circling back to add a comment from Facebook friend and portfoliolongo.com frequent flier, John F., who mustn’t be too off put by this post honoring him. His comment regarding the above image: “Yogi frog on purple lily pad in lovely sea green pool.” Now, why couldn’t I have thought of that?