It's taken three months to get near to finishing her and St Vladimir. They're each full length icons about four feet long. They'll adorn the "pillars," which are not free-standing pillars, but sections of our walls which jut out from the flat wall about 10 inches.
We will have a challenge hanging anything on the walls in our new building because the majority of them are concrete. A staple gun (our tool for hanging canvas icons when we were in the storefront) barely makes a hole. One thing I haven't figured out how to do is glue the canvas and control how much they shrink. If I get a chance I'll research it before doing more on the walls. The next project I've been assigned is the Holy Doors.
When I do think about it, I realize what a blessing I've been given to be the primary iconographer for this church. If it had not been for many moving pieces providentially falling into place at the same time, my husband would probably not be a priest at all, we would not have St Elizabeth's, not have this building, and the icons would never have been painted. It's the Story of my life how all these things have actually happened, instead of not happening. Thanks be to God--and a few pesky clergymen.
