Oh, to see the dawn

Abstract

This collection of six panels narrates the loss, triumph and ultimate beauty in spite of death. Ideas for the work formed during a camping trip in Rocky Mountain National Park. While hiking I encountered whole forests of dead ponderosa pine trees. The infestation of a tiny beetle has reduced the once green forest to a barren mountainside lined with skeletons. The experience conjured memories of my grandmother's death. My paternal grandmother, Betty Pourcho, died at the age of sixty-seven from breast and ovarian cancers. Despite the trauma of her death, I witnessed the strength of her faith. I dedicate this work to her memory and triumph over death.

"Like a tree planted by streams of water that yields its fruit in its season, and its leaf does not wither" (Holy Bible: New International Version, Psalm 1:3).