Reading and sketching Psalm 50-52 today, this is what I find my eyes fixed on, and so, I draw:
Birds this morning, in Psalm 50.
“I know all the birds of the hills, and all that moves in the field is mine.” (50.11)
Snowflakes at mid-day, in Psalm 51.
“Purge me with hyssop, and I shall be clean; wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.” (51.7)
A razor this evening, in Psalm 52.
“Your tongue plots destruction, like a sharp razor, you worker of deceit.” (52.2)