Laser Icon
I don’t think I could have had the confidence or the clarity of mind to think my way into the church without Abby. I love her.
In preparation for this you are meant to bring an icon of your chosen saint. Abby chose Saint Abigail because it’s her name, and Saint Abigail is nice, she keeps bees. You’d have to ask Abby to tell you more. I chose Saint Joseph because he’s a dad, perhaps the greatest dad, except for that one with a capital G. His icon, many of them, at least, pictures him with Jesus on his shoulders, as I so often do with Robinia. His committment to fatherhood, in a complex way, is something that resonates with me. But I can get to that later...
We don’t have money for proper icons, mechanically printed or hand painted, so I decided to make our own. I used my engraver to burn the icons into bits of cherry wood. I beveled the edges and painted those angles a dark red. I’m going to add some white to the halos and hopefully add a bit of fools goldleaf tomorrow, if I can. We’ll see. Mine turned out OK, but Abby’s is actually really lovely. And hey, I made them, and I made them well fasting (mostly, Abby forgot I was, and made breakfast. It’d be rude to turn down.)