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He is simply still—sitting somewhere between the dark and the light, in that quiet place where the noise stops for a little while.

© Laurie Pace        Graphics One Design 2026 The Quiet Place Oil on Canvas    by Laurie Pace   I painted this little boy sometime around 2005. Nearly twenty-one years later, I see something in him I may not have completely understood when I painted him. He is alone, but he isn't lonely. He is simply still—sitting somewhere between the dark and the light, in that quiet place where the noise stops for a little while. We all have these moments. We aren't solving anything or planning what comes next. Sometimes we aren't even thinking. We simply rest. The darkness hasn't disappeared. Life is still waiting for us. But for this one moment, we are safe in the silence. Perhaps we understood this better as children. Sometimes peace isn't somewhere we have to go. Sometimes it is simply sitting still long enough to discover that we are already there. Read the full Threads of Grace story: The Quiet Place — Laurie Pace | Elle Pace Labels: ...
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Perhaps sometime between late October and December, Texas will remember it is supposed to be fall.

© Laurie Pace        Graphics One Design 2026 Falling into Winter Oil on Canvas  SOLD   by Laurie Pace              Falling into Winter — A Season for Everything It is the last week of September, and here in North Texas, summer seems unwilling to leave. We had a splash of rain, but nothing measurable at our house. Hubby has kept the trees watered, so they are still holding their leaves. Perhaps sometime between late October and December, Texas will remember it is supposed to be fall. I am ready. I came across an older painting today called Falling into Winter. I wasn't looking for a lesson. I was simply looking for a painting filled with fall color.    But then I began looking at the horses. They share the same landscape, surrounded by reds, golds, greens, blues and violets, yet each seems to experience it differently.   One bows its head. Another turns. Another lifts its ...

I didn't want to repaint the garden of color that had grown around her, so I rolled a transparent veil across portions of the canvas with a brayer...

© Laurie Pace        Graphics One Design 2026 Immersed   24 x 24 Available. Full Photo on my Website blog. Click the painting to view it.  Immersed — Layer Upon Layer “Adam named his wife Eve, because she would become the mother of all the living.” — Genesis 3:20 I thought she was finished. Then I took one more chance. I didn't want to repaint the garden of color that had grown around her, so I rolled a transparent veil across portions of the canvas with a brayer. What was underneath remained. Some marks were easy to see. Others became quieter. Some nearly disappeared. And suddenly I realized how much that resembles us. We are layer upon layer, generation upon generation. The woman who emerged on my canvas no longer looked exactly like the woman in the old photograph where I began. Her face changed. Her hair changed. Everything around her changed. But she held her gaze. She marked that canvas, and the journey came forward. I began t...

Before going very far, I pulled out my color chart and began mixing small samples of colors that spoke to me. Most eventually found their way into the painting.

© Laurie Pace        Graphics One Design 2026 Painting In process Oil on Canvas  SOLD   by Laurie Pace   “He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the human heart; yet no one can fathom what God has done from beginning to end.” – Ecclesiastes 3:11 Finding Her in the Paint I began with an older black-and-white photograph. It didn't look exactly like the woman who eventually appeared on my canvas, but it gave me somewhere to begin. I had a 24 x 24 canvas in the studio, so that became the size. No great plan. Just a photograph, a square canvas, and charcoal. Before going very far, I pulled out my color chart and began mixing small samples of colors that spoke to me. Most eventually found their way into the painting. I had absolutely no idea what the background would become. My brain kept saying, Make it dark. Follow the photograph.    My heart kept saying, COLOR. I didn't want to bur...

It changed once. Then again. Somewhere through three very different versions, I realized the painting was showing me its real name: Becoming....

© Laurie Pace        Graphics One Design 2026 Becoming Oil on Canvas  Available  by Laurie Pace and from Oct through Nov 6th it is available at The Centerpiece Gallery in Raleigh North Carolina.   BECOMING — When Worry Gives Way to Growth The Centerpiece Gallery in Raleigh, North Carolina will be the location of Women Artists of the West 56th National Show which opens Oct 9th -November 6th of this year.  Becoming is one of the juried in pieces at the show.  This little red horse began as Standing Tall. I loved where the painting was going—but it wasn't finished. So I kept painting. It changed once. Then again. Somewhere through three very different versions, I realized the painting was showing me its real name: Becoming. “Arise, shine, for your light has come, and the glory of the Lord rises upon you.” — Isaiah 60:1 Life can be much the same. We are always becoming, yet worry can make that process so much harder. Worry fills our tho...

What if the darkness isn't where we lose our way—but where we finally stop trying to find it alone?

© Laurie Pace        Graphics One Design 2026 The Heat of the Night Oil on Canvas  SOLD   by Laurie Pace   Heat of the Night was painted around 2010 during a six-month period when I explored horses through woven color, lines, textures and symbols. Looking at it today, after another relentless Texas summer, I see something more. Heat wears us down. So can life. We try harder. Push farther. Reach inside ourselves for enough strength to handle just one more thing. Eventually I have learned to do something different. I abide. I step back, pray, hold onto His Word and wait. Because it truly is not in me to handle everything—and I was never asked to. At night the house finally becomes quiet. We pull up the covers, pray and allow the day to end. “In peace I will lie down and sleep, for you alone, Lord, make me dwell in safety.” — Psalm 4:8 Tomorrow may still bring its challenges. But tonight I can stop carrying tomorrow. I can re...

“Some paintings are sold. Some come home. And apparently, some simply disappear.”

© Laurie Pace        Graphics One Design 2026 Two Black Horses Oil on Canvas  SOLD   by Laurie Pace   STOLEN AWAY Some paintings are sold. Some come home. And apparently, some simply disappear. Two Black Horses disappeared from the first Santa Fe gallery that represented my work. It was stolen. Looking at the painting again all these years later, however, I find myself thinking less about the theft and more about the things we spend our lives collecting. Clothes. Shoes. Houses. Beautiful things. There is nothing wrong with enjoying them—but eventually we learn there is a difference between enjoying something and needing more of it. There comes a time when we don't need to keep filling our lives with things that don't fill our hearts. Kindness. Compassion. Love. Forgiveness. Serving someone who needs us. Those are treasures no thief can carry away. Jesus reminds us not to store our treasures where they can be destroyed or stolen. Someone s...