From; A Look At A Modern Iconographer
No! I don’t cover my head while I paint, I give my self, I surrender, fully & sit in silence, and pray while I paint.
I did cover my head in church when I was a little girl, it was a tradition, a physical shade, beautifully, made of lace & cloth, it reminded me that I was some where special, in the house of God.
Now! No need, I am always in a special place, in a relationship with God always, directly, walking with Him and lighting a fire where ever I go, look, be!
It is not a tradition any more for me but, I see the need for the going inward. It hides us, shields, protects one from the outside world. Peoples eyes look our way, turn around, ponder us with their thoughts. It’s a wonder nuns cover up, they cut off from part of life that intrudes directly upon them, invades, let me see eyes and placed judgement’s. “He who is without sin cast the first stone.” John 8:7.
I am an open book waiting for the next rock hurl. Dangerously open, yet, closed down at times, I often fall asleep and place the veil on again, its automatic. That veil can be unseen, not real, and I see to it that it can not be penetrated by others, but why? No one allowed in, look beyond, away with, defeats the point of salvation, unless I open to love, then the veil becomes fully open, drawn back, see through and I am awake again. I can work , paint with fullness, joy.
When I open my heart, He the Lord is fully present in me.