“The artist illustrates how the everyday could be raised to exquisite levels.
With gentle insight and sympathy, she invests stillness, movement, metal,
and balmy night air with significance. 
Richness of texture and color combined with sensitive composition 
and the use of chiaroscuro make this humble setting somehow noble.
The eye moves slowly from point to point, 
carefully directed by shapes and angles, color and highlight. 
The work controls the speed of our viewing; 
each new focus demands that we pause and savor its richness. 
There is pure poetry in this work. 
We are subtly urged to go beyond the surface impression of the
young African into a deeper reality.”  Art Critic’s Choice

Sometimes faith and pain go together, and its the unrighteous who have it good.

—but faith in the way He can and does use events to shape and refine us.
A faith which springs from the experience of God-with-us through many crises.

An American Jesuit poet writes:

 . . .  your violence, Lord, opens more worlds than closes:
 . . . we are stones, sons of black rock;
      crush the veins, grind, hew, hone.
      Free the waiting diamond.
 . . . we are steel, straighten, stretch, fine
      melt us, shape, thin us like strong wires.
      we are seed, dry, desiccated
      rain us, green us as once we were:
      The harvest remembers not the cut.
 Ed. Ingebretsen

Faith in His continuing love and concern, however hot the fire. . .
Rescue may come or not; faith shows its strength in accepting, at all times, 
God’s non-intervention. 
It’s not a glib, easy acceptance. 
It takes courage simply to pray  “ . . . but not my will. . .”  and mean it.