When I was a little girl, I believed I was a mermaid. My family lived amid the golden hills of California. Summers were hot, and I lived mostly underwater in our backyard pool. Beautifully landscaped around the rock pool, it felt like a tropical paradise with trees, shrubs, and flowers peeking their heads over the water’s edge. With my imaginary mermaid tail and long flowing hair, I would glide just below the surface of the water, facing up toward the bright sun. The kaleidoscopic light and colors of the flora through the surface of the water fascinated me. Shapes would shift and shimmer as the water and light moved. I’d pop up for a breath of humanly air, only to plunge and play again into glistening mermaid world.
All of these wonderful memories came back to me as I was painting this piece. The view is from underwater, looking up into the glory of heaven. Light bouncing everywhere. Colors bright. Movement. Sound. Glory. Here on earth, we sometimes are priveleged to peek through the veil to heaven’s portal. Like a little girl mermaid gazing through the water to the beauty above, may we see and anticipate the colorful glory of heaven to come.