Ioana Oancea Artist
Finally last stroke of paint and my work is complete…Sometimes artwork enable us to ascend the limitations of our current existence .. I , the artist , am an instrument of the Divine, strange of selfish desire and thus able to transmit the experience of my union with God …
My Divine-Teacher I offer these flowers of my faith at your feet
Whatever I have, you have given to me, and I dedicate it all to you.
I have no love, nor do I know you. I don’t even have the strength to worship you, But this mind of mine, this body of mine,my every atom is dedicated to you.
You are the only one in my heart and my thoughts.You are the one who I call out to. Now Make me your instrument…all I am I offer to you.