Six days of Creation. God creates. God works: Separates, divides, gathers, adds — order drawn from chaos.

One day. It’s good. After another. It’s good. And another. It’s good. And still good. The Artist at work. The Creator creating. Steps back. Sees what’s happening on the canvas — or the cosmos — and likes it. And goes back to work. Because that’s what Creators do. What they must do.

The Deity: All-powerful; Omniscient; Omnipotent; Eternal; Infinite; Wisdom; Mystery; Awesome; Perfect; Mighty; Ancient of Days; Sovereign…yes, yes, yes and yes. But in this tale, God’s just an Artist at work.

Me too. Just a bit…in a studio more messy and muddled.

We human critters create because we must — image and likeness and all that. I do it the only way that I can. The only way I know how. The way God made me.

In 1997,  I began this series on the first chapter of Genesis. I did about 5 or 6 pieces using watercolor, prismacolor pencils, ink and gesso…always gesso. These paintings are almost 20 years old now — and I never got beyond the one with green-growing things (I never finished that one.) And I never got to Tom McCormick’s anticipated favorite of them all, “creeping things” — as he’d say between slugs of coffee and puffs of smoke, “crepitandibus!”

I’ve long felt the desire to return to this subject matter. Matter. And Grace.

And, for Tom, Crepitandibus. Stay tuned.