In my childhood, I see me and my family driving from Salt Lake City to my Grandmas house in California. Late - late into the night my mother and I go speeding down the straight lonely I-80.
Alone on the highway mom turns off the headlights and we drive for awhile by luck and instincts.
We had never beheld a shower of falling stars and probably not ever see this phenomenon again. What is that old saying? is it: When a star falls an angel loses it's wings? or when you wish upon a falling star your wish will come true? Mom and I discuss this, we talk of the wonders of God's universe sharing our hearts of hearts. For a moment in infinity speeding down the desert highway, Mom and I share complete awe and understanding.
Desert Metaphor
Judy Vars
12x24
Encaustic Beeswax
350.00