I bought this painting recently from my friend, Melissa, whom I first met a few years back when she had first moved to Halifax. At that time she was a new follower of Christ trying to find her way and come into her gifts. We spent a little time together here and there. I took her to see Lunenburg for the first time in the winter; got a fisherman on the wharf to take our picture, and we sung to Coldplay at the top of our lungs in the car. I was loving her (as a friend) and was just starting to defrag my mind myself after being out of the post secondary educational system myself for a few years. Besides music there was little or no art in my life for about 6 or 7 years. Her brother died in a car crash shortly after that and I lost touch with her.Fast forward a few years later and I see her again at a local city worship / prayer meeting called The Well. While I was mixing sound for a prophet and two angels (by the way, it's very easy to make angels sound good!) I watched Melissa paint this painting over the course of the evening. I had spoken with her earlier and she expressed to me that she was feeling angry because she felt that some of the organizers were not leaving opportunity for people to share what The Lord may place on their hearts to share. I was also in the same space at that time because I was feeling that the church I attend programs everything to the Nth degree and leaves very little room for The Spirit to move and allow people to participate rather than spectate. So on that particular night I felt like I connected to this painting. This was the result.
