The Shepherds

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Completed: May, 2018
Dimensions: 21.5″ x 23.75″
Edition Size: 100 Prints
Paper: Somerset Enhanced 330 GSM (Archival 100% Cotton-Rag Paper)
Media: Giclee Fine Art Print

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Description

The shepherds were the poorest of workers. An angel tells them to go to a small shed in the fields. There, they find a new born baby and his homeless, refugee parents in the winter night.

I first painted the Shepherds in 1969. In 2017, I decided to revisit the painting to see how I would reimagine it, enhancing and reworking the image, with the experience and techniques I have gained over the years, while preserving the freshness and simplicity of the original.

The artwork is filled with an overflowing cornucopia of brightly colored patterns, the sky is lit with numerous dazzling stars, and the central image is surrounded by a border of rainbow colors.

Growing up, I remember the beautiful tradition of families making creches (or Nacimiento) with many figures and animals in miniature, to celebrate the holiday. Combining this powerful image with the words from St. Paul’s letter to the Corinthians (1 Corinthians 1:27-28), moved me to understand a more socially relevant context for the Christmas story. It showed me a way to bring the story into our every day lives.

THE SHEPHERDS- Details
Mary is holding Jesus, and is seated next to a kneeling Joseph. They are surrounded by animals, and are welcoming the local shepherds. The shepherds have come to see and pay homage to the new born baby Jesus. Fanciful patterned birds are seated on the manger’s roof, and have also come to view the baby, as an angel and the Star of Bethlehem proclaim His birth. The low born, the commoners, and the animals are the first to recognize His coming.

 


 


 


 


 


 


 


 


 


 


 


 


 


 


 


 


 


 


 


 


 


 


 


 


 


 


 


 


 


 

THE SHEPHERDS- Image History
The 2018 giclee of THE SHEPHERDS is based on an early sgraffito painting from 1969. New sketches, line work, and small paintings were digitally combined and refined over 18 months to create the final giclee. You may see below for a few samples depicting a brief history on the creation of THE SHEPHERDS, 2018.

 

 

 

THE SHEPHERDS
Progression of the Artwork
1969-2018

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THE SHEPHERDS
Sketches, Drawings
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Shepherds – Reflections
and commentaries of other writers and theologians.

Gertrud Mueller Nelson

Author, Poet, Theologian
2018

Who are the first to listen to angels? Who are the first to be shown our poor saviour? The poorest of workers, the shepherds who smell of their sheep. They are pure enough and simple enough to know that a small baby in straw is, in fact, their saviour. There in a shed at the edge of the hills, his refugee parents have hewn out a corner against the wind. There between animal breath and a pile of manure lies our redeemer as a helpless baby. God chooses to send us God’s son, in the lowliest, earthiest place, because there he is closest to each of us. That is the colorful world, the real world the artwork wants to show: a sky-full of stars, and THE star. And a border of rainbows.

Carmela Lacayo

President, CEO
National Association for Hispanic Elderly
2018

Always one of my favorite themes, I love your new work!
The colors, the legend, the simplicity of your story, but the message in this work… I love the shepherd narrative because I personally have stayed involved in actual sheep herding, I take my dogs for herding in Camarillo. Shepherding can be called one of the jobs on earth. The Nativity narrative has always touched me because of the mystery- Jesus came to us among the shepherds and their sheep- the poor, those that lived close to the earth- the simple land and the sheep! That’s why I love the animals.

G.K. Chesterton (1874-1936)
English Writer, Poet, PhilosopherThe Spirit of Christmas
Published 1985
Christmas is built upon a beautiful and intentional paradox; that the birth of the homeless should be celebrated in every home. But the other sort of paradox is not intentional and is certainly not beautiful. It is bad enough that we cannot altogether disentangle the tragedy of poverty. It is bad enough that the birth of the homeless, celebrated at hearth and altar, should sometimes synchronise with the death of the homeless in workhouses and slums. But we need not rejoice in this universal restlessness brought upon rich and poor alike; and it seems to me that in this matter we need a reform of the modern Christmas.

Walt Whitman (1819-1892)
American Poet, WriterLeaves of Grass, 1855
And as to me, I know nothing else but miracles.

Mawi Asgedom
Ethiopian Refugee, AuthorOf Beetles and Angels:
2002
Treat all people–even the most unsightly beetles–as though they were angels sent from heaven.

Seamus Heaney (1939-2013)
Irish PoetThe Cure at Troy: A Version of Sophocles’ Philoctetes
Human beings suffer,
They torture one another,
They get hurt and get hard.
No poem or play or song
Can fully right a wrong
Inflicted and endured.The innocent in gaols
Beat on their bars together.
A hunger-striker’s father
Stands in the graveyard dumb.
The police widow in veils
Faints at the funeral home.History says, don’t hope
On this side of the grave.
But then, once in a lifetime
The longed-for tidal wave
Of justice can rise up,
And hope and history rhyme.So hope for a great sea-change
On the far side of revenge.
Believe that further shore
Is reachable from here.
Believe in miracle
And cures and healing wells.

Call miracle self-healing:
The utter, self-revealing
Double-take of feeling.
If there’s fire on the mountain
Or lightning and storm
And a god speaks from the sky

That means someone is hearing
The outcry and the birth-cry
Of new life at its term.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997)
American Poet, PhilosopherSeptember on Jessore Road, 1971

An excerpt from the poem, written after visiting Bengladesh, during the Liberation War
How many fathers in woe
How many sons nowhere to go?
How many daughters nothing to eat
How many uncles with swollen sick feetMillions of babies in pain
Millions of mothers in rain
Millions of brothers in woe
Millions of children nowhere to go

Vincent Van Gogh (1853-1890)
Dutch PainterLetter to his brother Theo Van Gogh, April 3, 1878

via Learning from Henri Nouwen and Vincent van Gogh, Carol Berry, 2018, InterVarsity Press
Happy is he who has faith in God, for he shall, although not without struggle and sorrow and life’s difficulties, overcome in the end. One cannot do better than, amidst everything in all circumstances, in all places and at all times, to hold fast to the thought of God and to strive to learn more of Him; one can do this through the Bible as well as through all other things.

It is good to go on believing that everything is full of wonder, more so than one can comprehend, for that is the truth; it is good to remain sensitive and lowly and meek in heart, even though one has to hide that feeling sometimes, because that is often necessary; it is good to be very learned about the things that are hidden from the wise and the educated of the world but are revealed instinctively to the poor and simple…

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