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Healing hands


This painting is called "The Healer" and it is painted by Bernard Mensah. I found his art work on the website Novica, an artisan website that promotes and sells artwork for artists world wide. I love in this painting how so many hands are working together for healing and that those hands are ones visibly work weary and realistic. This painting makes me wish those healing hands were both my own as well as being the person that they are being laid upon to promote healing.

This painting really drew me in. What do you think?

Bernard Mensah
Born on December 24, 1978, Bernard Mensah started schooling at the age of six. After his elementary education, he proceeded to the College of Arts and Industry, where he acquired an in-depth knowledge of artistic designs that aided him in becoming what he long cherished and wanted to be, a prominent and prolific painter.

Bernard's family has been the center of his life. Being the eldest of three children, his single mother – a trader – has been very encouraging in his quest by providing him with all the materials he needed. He enjoys the closeness of his family very much because they are his inspiration, and he believes that God, through his mercy, will grant his mother more years to enjoy the fruit of her labor.

Painting has been with Bernard from infancy. When he was a child, he created images through his own imagination. Asked how he creates his works, he responds that creativity is a form of religion that he believes in; "I create to portray how I see nature and to exhibit the artistic qualities in me. To say it all, I do not paint for money."

Mensah's greatest inspiration is the innermost satisfaction he derives after a quiet time, when he takes some time off to explore positive ways of enlightening his paintings. To the admiration of mankind, he translates illusion into reality in the form of painting. He uses canvas and acrylic paints in all the work that he does. Asked why, Mensah replies "I like working with acrylic because it suits my type of painting; I like innovation in my works because it gives me different opinions every time and my sense of coloring also adds some genuineness to the paintings. I try to portray what is in me and being me is what I create.

"I have participated in a number of local and international exhibitions, and these have helped in no small way in shaping and bringing out the finesse in my skills to date."

Comments

Mel said…
I think I'll just stare a while.

My brain goes willy nilly when I look at it...which is a good thing.
Tara Lamont said…
Ditto - healing hands are such a beautiful thing to witness.

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