the art of faith

FINE ART & photography & POETRY

Based in nashville

I was made for joy. What were you made for?

Journal
Remain // September
Remain // September

Read the poem of the month for September, Remain, and check out its corresponding artwork.

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Iconoclast // August
Iconoclast // August

Read the poem of the month for August, Iconoclast, and check out its corresponding artwork.

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Rest // July
Rest // July

Read the poem of the month for July, Rest, and check out its corresponding artwork.

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Kairos // June
Kairos // June

Read the poem of the month for June, Kairos, and check out its corresponding artwork.

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Suddenly // May
Suddenly // May

Read the poem of the month for May, Suddenly, and check out its corresponding artwork.

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Remember // April
Remember // April

Read the poem of the month for April, Remember, and check out its corresponding artwork.

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Joy // March
Joy // March

Read the poem of the month for March, Joy, and check out its corresponding artwork.

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Courage // February
Courage // February

Read the poem of the month for February, Courage, and check out its corresponding artwork.

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The Season of Singleness

What would it look like to be content in whatever garden God placed you in? What would it look like to stop striving and start living from places of joy and surrender?

The Season of Singleness is a journey through one of the most transformative seasons you’ll probably experience: the one just with you and God. Are you ready for the adventure? Join Elise Lakey as she shares her story and explores life in the garden, season by season.

Archives: Fine Art

  • you restore everything, weaving in banjo

  • clouds, oil on archival paper

  • flower moon, gouache on canvas

  • october moon, gouache on canvas

  • blood moon, gouache on canvas

  • silent moon, gouache on canvas

  • sea of galilee, weaving

I love creating beauty out of chaos—bringing structure to places of unrest—and giving form to the unspeakable.

Journey with me

honestly have no idea where august went but seems like september is here whether we like it or not—but september, I think I’m going to like you if you weren’t aware, I write a poem every month, create a corresponding art piece, an
“My idea of God is not a divine idea. It has to be shattered time after time. He shatters it Himself. He is the great iconoclast. Could we not almost say that this shattering is one of the marks of His presence?” C.S. Lewis, from “
“It’s giving, you only get your hair cut once a year.” “It’s giving, middle of nowhere Texas.” “It’s giving, kacey musgraves radio.” “It’s giving, we’re having smoked brisket