What is Given 12”x 24” oil on wood.
It’s a small painting, a small phrase, just three small words, but with many thoughts behind it. What have we been given? Are we cherishing it or taking it for granted? Is anything “a given” ? Our whole life is flux. What is given can be taken away. What can actually be “given” to us? What is given, what do we need, except what we give to ourselves?