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Monday, November 22, 2010

KIND OF FUNNY

As some of you know I am also a Sunday painter, meaning I also paint on Sunday. 
It always bothered me when I saw a depiction of Jacob's Ladder (see footnote) , 
with sky and clouds and a ladder, but no angels!
  I may be sticking my neck out in the sense of being politically correct, but  life is too short to worry about that! My fist sketch below...


















I never found a satisfactory solution for the stairs...till one day
I had  an X -design in mind for the ladder, more in the form of a loop, instead of an A-form.
I had  painted a few weeks on this complicated painting  when some other paintings came in between. 
Then someone asked me, "What happened to that big painting you did?" So, I thought it was time to finish it.


The speaker happened to speak that morning about "Jacob's Ladder." (which I didn't know till later, since I had stepped out!)
After the service was over, someone asked him, "Did you see what painting is on the easel now?" He shook his head, so he walked over to it.
He was beside himself when he saw it, "My sermon is on the painting", he called out. 

© Jacob's Ladder, 36 x 36 Oil, St.Germain

Since I've had that happen more often, I know how people are taken back, because it is a very emotional experience, as if you suddenly see yourself on TV. 
Now he saw a part of his life on a canvas. 
People invariably have an immediate reaction and they need to release it, even to strangers or passers by, "my dream is on the painting, or "I was just talking about it this week," or something of that nature.


The next evening, he was talking about his experience to some people. I happened to be there among them. He asked my neighbor, "Who painted that painting? I don't even know who painted it." My neighbor pointed at me. "What?" His mouth fell open in astonishment.
You you did that?" I nodded. 
So his introduction for the evening was about this experience that his sermon was on canvas without him knowing it, and discovered that the wife of Jacob painted "Jacob's Ladder."
Whether you are a believer or not, I thought it was kinda  funny.










* Footnote:Jacob had a dream in which he saw angels ascending and descending a ladder between heaven and earth

10 comments:

Pat Tillett said...

It is beautiful! In both both color and design...

Rudee said...

This is a very moving painting, but the story even more so.

Ginger said...

What a gorgeous painting! I had never considered that shape the ladder, and I think it's beautiful. Blessings...

Stephanie V said...

Someone once said that there are no coincidences in life. So, why do these 'metings' happen? Are we just tuned to to something in the universe?
The dream-like quality of your painting is haunting.

NitWit1 said...

I love it both subject and the remarks at the end, too.

Leovi said...

Beautiful composition with wonderful long strokes.

Whitemist said...

For some reason, I never get tired of these "Coincidences!

jeannette said...

Patrick,
Glad you like it! It's my purpose to stay out of a nostalgic or sentimental expression, which it easily could turn into -so thank you for the compliment!

Rudee,
Wonder...you probably hear stories at Hospice of angels and dreams regularly?

Ginger,
Thank you! Whenever we seek for a solution, it will come at some point - that's my experience in general:) -for the dreamer Jacob-and for me!

Stephanie,
I'm with you, friend! One can call 'em coincidences, divine appointments, synchronicity, but it all boils down to a Great Orchestrator in our life.

Nitwit1,
Thank you! What happened after I painted it was beyond my control, but it gives me inspiration to keep painting in this way!

jeannette said...

Leovi,
Yes, mmm, those long strokes are kind of a trademark of my style. Thank you for a close look!

Joey,
Oh, don't you think they make our life interesting and fun?

Betsy Grant said...

This painting gives me goosebumps. .