Women are largely left out of religious records, and so sometimes it can feel like there is no place for our voices in theology. We whisper amongst ourselves, the words we wish were shouted from rooftops. Usually that bothers me, but lately these whispers of Her with you all have been the most beautiful and healing part of this art series. Hopefully one day we won’t feel the need to whisper Her name, and will do it instead just because it feels Holy that way.

8.5” x 8.5” Giclee Print - Matte finish