Why Heaven Is So White 4in1

Why Heaven Is So White 4in1

Heaven is so white like coals that become so hot….no, I am not directionally-challenged….you didn’t think it was white from lilies did you?
I am not a fanatic, not a zealot, and never a prude. It is a righteous white anger, not pious or pristine; there is the bleed through of lifetimes in this righteous heated white.
“The Kingdom of Heaven is taken by force.” That’s Scriptural.
Heaven is not “a place” or state of being indifferent; and Heaven isn’t “someday”, it is now! Heaven has to be white hot to get our attention to what’s at stake. Not for the faint of heart! Sometimes the love of your life is the fight of your life.

Heaven is WHITE HOT ANGRY when:
someone has ALL the answers (and the rules too).
injustice and inequity are disguised.
the part of God is being played by an actor.
you won’t get down off that damn cross…we need the wood and nails!
god saw his own reflection.

Heaven is WHITE HOT ANGRY when:
the sun shines only on one side of the bed.
someone other than you writes your definitions for life, love, and death.
empathy, compassion, forgiveness, and touch are not.
love is replaced by….anything!
“I did my best” is a lie, because THAT is nobody’s best!

Heaven is WHITE HOT ANGRY when:
you feel a lump getting bigger, and you ignore it because you are being
neglected and ignored anyway. _
_people get away with murder.
you let your power be taken by a bully.
your survival and will are questioned, tried, and tested by those not fit to judge
nor to stand in your place.

Heaven is WHITE HOT ANGRY when:
“she broke his throne and cut his hair”.
he took pleasure in her insanity and her pain.
my mind shattered under your glare; like a boy setting ants
on fire with the sun’s rays and a magnifying glass.
the music stops, poets die, and children are frightened for real.

The creation of these paintings has come after a long long crawl in the desert. It was incredibly hard to trust my gift and process anew. I have never experienced this halting doubt when it came to my ART. Disturbing for me personally. Over the cliff….I’m still alive and I am whole!
This small series is on 24”x18” medium charcoal paper. These photographs do not do the originals justice by any means. The original ART pieces have a luxuriously creamy, shiny white thick glaze to them. They are lovely.

In a reply to my friend Butchart, I recounted this of my process:
“Got to watch that undertoe! Had to wrestle an angel, a paintbrush, and the white hot coals of Heaven to paint these!
Still shuttering a bit…like coming to from a cold sweat nightmare….and seeing I have given birth to THESE!”
~ Mariam Muradian

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