Acrylic on Canvas
Not for Sale
God’s Hands: God’s Hands is a very special piece to me.
It holds both good and bad memories. It serves as a constant reminder of what should have been but never was. I grew up in a Christian household and had some encounters with God’s presence but never really understood how to hear him. It wasn’t till high school that I figured it all out and found my special way of hearing him. This painting is history and my Testimony. It’s my journey through and out of crippling depression.
I lived in Australia until the age of 14. When we moved, everything was all taken away from me, In what seems like a second. I didn’t quite understand that I wasn’t coming back. I remember not wanting to say a proper goodbye, back then I saw crying in front of people as a sign of weakness, I know now that it is more than OK to cry.
I remember looking out the window of the plane as we took off and watching everyone I had ever known slowly disappear and get smaller and smaller as we lifted off. The next five years were hard, constantly crying myself to sleep every night, and regretting never saying goodbye. For a while it was also fun being seen as something new and interesting to people, I felt special being the only Australian in the school. Everyone wanted to ask questions – though it did get a bit annoying at times – No, no one rides Kangaroos to school!
I was still carrying around a lot of hurt, changing schools, getting bullied, graduating and friendships on the rocks. I was starting to fall into a depressed state. I would come to school and spend time in the bathroom alone crying, my friends started disappearing during lunch and I spent most days alone. I eventually quit my job to stay focused on school and mending my relationships; it turns out when you cry a lot and it gets too much to bear alone, the natural response is to reach out to people you trust enough to help you, and that’s what I did.
I tried asking for help but no one would listen, I started getting more direct. Everyone I thought was a friend started abandoning me. They couldn’t handle me not being the happy bubbly person that spent every day helping them, making them laugh and cheering them up when they had their own problems and bad days. In days, I lost all my friends and spent lunch crying in the Tim Horton’s bathroom. I started rebelling in class – I went from being the teacher’s pet to being the class clown. I started skipping a few hours of class, then a whole class, two classes, half a day and eventually I stopped coming to school all together. I didn’t have anyone I could reach out to or talk to about it. Both my parents worked full time and my sisters were never really around much. I was spending all day in bed sleeping. After a while I made the decision to try college.
Let’s just say that had all whole other set of problems. Everyday I felt like I was looking through a narrow dark pipe. like I was constantly drowning. If rock bottom had a basement, that’s where I was. I was so far under that no one could of helped, it was all on me to pull myself back up.
When you feel as low as that all the time, your mind feels like it’s never clear enough to think straight. At that time I was listening to a lot of Christian music. I remember a particular day I wasn’t feeling like I… in nicer ways to put it… wasn’t wanting to not exist in this world anymore, I just wanted the pain and hurt to leave me alone, so I could take a breath. My head felt so heavy that day I even stopped looking when I was crossing roads. I remember listening to the song “Reckless Love” by Cory Asbury. as I walked down the road to the college, God flashed a very vivid image in my head, it was almost like I was standing there looking at it in front of me.
I knew that I had to paint it.
I went home that day, Dad approached me and said “I’ve signed us up to go to camp and paint in front of people, start thinking about what your going to do”. I knew exactly what I needed to do.
In my head I saw these big hands and arms reaching down, the hands looked strong, but soft. And it was every skin tone that we are aware of and more – like it was all swirling around as individual colors but somehow blended perfectly into one color. like I knew it was all kinds of colors but it was also a whole other color all of it’s own. The hands where reaching down like they were picking something up. And when you looked down, it was a small child curled up in a ball in the darkness. the hands were sending out this bright light piercing the dark.
Unfortunately I was on a three day schedule to get it finished, and my canvas was not big enough to support the whole thing. I spent those three days painting to the best of my ability what I saw in my head that day. On the last day when It was finished I shared the story of the day I got the image in my head and explained what it meant and what it was about in front of one hundred and sixty people.
From there doors started opening for me.
I got to join an amazing studio to spend my time painting how I want when I want. And it led me to this opportunity to join the Sync space program. after experiencing all of that. It was like I could see colors in places I wasn’t able to before.
I started Cosplaying and using my artistic skills to bring characters to life. I have met so many supportive people online and in person these last few years. Life has thrown some pretty awful things at me these past few weeks and especially the last few days (like having to put down the family dog/ my best friend down). Am I sad? Very much, but I will never end up in such a low place like that ever again. It feels as if now that I have experienced that, the bar of where rock bottom seemed to be before has moved up or gotten smaller. as if I will never feel that low ever again.
So to anyone reading this, If you ever fall as low as I have, just know both you and myself are not the only ones to experience that pain. And if you do reach that basement of darkness, just know that pulling yourself out is not easy and it might even take a year or so, but when you’re able to climb out and breath again, that dark hole you were just in will never feel that deep ever again.
I don’t want to be one of those people that says it gets easier, because if I’m being honest, it never gets easier, life will ALWAYS find something to throw at you, life’s lemons might even get squeezed in your eyes a few times (Slight foreshadowing for an upcoming painting), BUT IT WILL BECOME MORE MANAGEABLE EVERY TIME. HANG IN THERE!!!