Living in Northern Wisconsin, it isn't uncommon to witness the Northern Lights on a clear, dark night. Of all the places I've traveled to, I have never seen more beautiful star lit skies than here in the Northwoods. Being able to see the Milky Way almost every single night is a true treasure. However, I can say that I've only seen the Northern Lights once in my life. It was the most special experience I have ever had.
The evening my father passed away, I remember sitting on the floor next to my window praying to God to give me a sign that my father's spirit was with him. In the midst of my prayer, I received a text from my brother that said "if you want to see dad, look outside." I immediately ran out to the porch and looked up into the sky. I was witnessing the Northern Lights. But it wasn't a normal occurrence. These lights were pure, bright white and moving so fast. And they were SO big in the sky, I felt like I could touch them if I reached my hand up. I ran into the house and woke my mom up out of bed and told her to come with me outside. We both stared into the sky in complete awe, both crying tears of joy. We knew it was an act of God. We were seeing angelic shapes in the dancing lights, it was truly unbelievable, indescribable. I rarely try to explain this story to anyone because I fail at putting the experience into words that translate what we actually saw.
To this day, I still find myself googling images of the Northern Lights searching for similar occurrences to what we saw that night. But I can never come up with anything that looks remotely similar. It's so strange, but at the same time, I'm not surprised one bit.
My oil painting, Lucent, reminds me of the Northern Lights. With its movement and bright center, its as if the paint is dancing. Deep purples transcend into cool blues that morph into crisp turquoise with hints of white and golden light. The specs of silver leafing catch the light at every angle, adding even more movement to the painting. Lucent means to glow, or to give light. I think it describes this piece, and the Northern Lights perfectly. When I look at Lucent, I can't help but feel a sense of calm and peace resonate within me. Im not sure if its the way the colors melt into each other, or if its because it reminds me of the Aurora Borealis that I witnessed on that special night.
When I started this artistic journey, I had no idea that so much of my work would entail sharing my experience with God's angels.. I have a strong urge to share my stories with the world. Losing a loved one is difficult, and hearing stories of connecting with them in spirit sometimes eases our hearts and our minds. Maybe thats what this journey has become. If so, I'm okay with that.