Watercolor, ink, paper
“My dove in the clefts of the rock, in the hiding places on the mountainside, show me your face, let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely. Catch for us the foxes, the little foxes that ruin the vineyards, our vineyards that are in bloom.”
The purple color of the Bride’s dress tells us of her first love growing cold. The Beloved covers her tenderly (the vine is the Church, the scarlet lining means redemption).
On the Lord’s shoulders we read the verses form Isaiah: ”The government will be on his shoulders. And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.” (Isaiah 9:6)
The Soul is under God’s protection but the little foxes (minor temptations) roam in the twilight, ruining the garden, and the Beloved Soul is about to slip out of God’s arms.