This painting was one during the week leading up to Easter/Passover. However, the inspiration came from the order that we globally live under, to wash our hands, many times each day. A Pandemic has embraced the globe.
The significance of this, to me, is that if we would really like to have our prayers heard, now that we are under shelter-in-place, a cleansing is needed.
There is a veil of tears and water flowing over moving hands. Light pierces through the darkness and change begins.
We are still in this phase as I write this, it will end when the cleansing is completed. And remember, it’s not just our hands that need to be cleansed, which is a prerequisite to prayer, but our hearts, thoughts and words.
When it’s over, it’s over, and we don’t know
Any of us, what happens then.
So, I try not to miss anything.
I think, in my whole life, I have never missed
The full moon
Or the slipper of its coming back.
Or, a kiss.
Well, yes, especially a kiss.