Videos by Rachel Doring Art in Albany. Come walk with me…. Beyond the brush
Gate of thanksgiving is available on my website racheldoring.Com or pm me for questions.
What is it that I do as an artist that many do not know. I specialise in Prophetic Commissions. Most of these will not appear for the public eye. Only those who I have asked if I can share. What is a Prophetic Commission.? It is a painting that is essentially trusted to me to paint for the collector, that they do not see untill it is finished and delivered. What does prophetic mean? It means that I go to the Holy Spirit exclusively and ask for his guidance. He will guide me in dreams, visions or impressions. Well many ways actually. I then compose a visual . The colours, composition ,songs that I listen to when creating and prayers I pray will be humbly and fearfully combined into a special artwork. Each work is completely different and the symbolism and message totally personal. I consider this a sacred practice. One that I guard and know that I am accountable for before God. This is my humble privilege , one not held lightly. Pm for a further details and a place on my wait list. #propheticministry #propheticart #artistlife #faith #womanoffaith #HolySpirit #truthseeker #oilpainters
I love having more than one painting on the go at the same time. It keeps my flow moving and fresh. In between oil layers on another painting, I started these a few days ago. Two cute round ones on wood panel. Just freestyle intuitive painting… but when it was done, I could see very clearly figures in each piece. In the same compositional quadrient and the same size. I love these unplanned directions.
Follow your heart, follow your own conviction. Listen intently to the still quiet voice inside you. You are the only one responsible for your own choices.
Ive been on holiday in Brisbane for this past month. It’s been awesome to be around family. Nothing like enjoying Mums cooking and conversations. Love cuddling up on the couch with my Pa and walking the dog together. So so good… No wife or mum jobs to do and sleep in’s are bliss. One more week and I will be on the plane back to Perth and a 7 hour hour bus ride back to Albany. I do miss the smell of salty air and cold sand between my toes. Sitting alone on the beach and holding hands with my loves. So grateful for balance, for love and for a place that feels like home.
With chisel and hammer we are prepared. Like a sculpture being uncovered from a rock. We will rise and be not afraid of tomorrow. Eagerly we wait in wonder.