Holy Ghost, Fire

Oil on canvas

40 by 50 centimeters.

Many years ago, a country priest baptized me with Holy Water. Joy, so strong that it felt like magic, raced through my body like electricity. A miracle occurred in me, at what felt like the cellular level. Even though I turned my back on it for many years, it was powerful and strong enough to pull me back from a dark and dangerous place.

Now I feel, bearing this in mind, that every time I pick up my pen, my paint brush, every time I step on my yoga mat, every time I say, I love you, I’m being baptized once again by the same Holy Ghost, that same fire.