Christmas Morning 30x42

Christmas Morning is the last of my Christmas paintings, and I saved it until today for the obvious reason. I read a short story once about an old man who wrote his wife a love letter for Christmas, for he felt the gift that he had for her was inadequate. I, too, often feel that the gifts I give are inadequate, not expressing what I truly want to say, not enough. What I truly want to say is buried in my innermost being; my words are mere babble, and the gift just a cheap trinket. Maybe that's yet another reason why art is important; it communicates those emotions that often are unexpressible. Words are merely words, so limited. Perhaps this delimma is at the core of the Christmas story. Humanity is incapable of understanding the heart of God and the words that rise from that heart, therefore, a visual was given, a work of art that says it more fully than words ever could. This morning, December 25, 2010, I quote another who struggled with expressing emotions-
                                                                  "Thanks be to God for his unspeakable gift. " II Cor. 9:15