Two evenings ago I observed Atlas and Hercules. A sketch progressed as far as white outlines before clouds overtook the sky. Tonight I had 20 minutes of sketching before heavy haze and approaching thunderstorms erased the crater images. I had a few minutes to capture a binocular view before thickening clouds erased that view as well. A few minutes ago I went out to see the sky was pitch black â€“ clouds so thick that local light pollution could not penetrate it. Nevertheless, the summer sounds of insects and frogs were loud; lightning was being reflected off the clouds; the air was thick with moisture and deadly still. If I did not know better, the final scene would suggest that no heavens existed and the moon was only a figment of imagination.
A man had brought his son to see if Jesus could do anything. His son was not just having fits, they were fits driven by an evil presenceâ€”one that sought to kill the boy. Since childhood the parents had stepped in to save too many situations where their son would have died in fire or water. The disciples were unable to help. Jesus told him that anything was possible for someone who believed (in Him). At that statement, the father cried out: I do believe; help me overcome my unbelief. Like the moon and heavens hidden by clouds to suggest they are not there yet they are, the father believed but the stark situation in his son was contrary to that believe that Jesus could help. Jesus healed the boy immediately. (Mark 9:14-27)
Original sketch: 8.5x11 finished size; heavy brown sketch paper
Pastels: white, grey, black for the 114x view of craters; white, yellow, black for the binocular view