Laurie Pace - Fine Artist

© 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 ...

© 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...

© 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...

© Laurie Pace        Graphics One Design 2026 Gold is Where You Find It Oil on Canvas  SOLD   by Laurie Pace   Gold is where you find it. Sometimes gold is obvious. Other times it is hidden among all the other colors and distractions of our lives. Looking at this horse painting again reminded me that perhaps we spend too much time searching for the spectacular while overlooking the quieter gifts already around us. A phone call. A familiar song. An unexpected kindness. A morning when your heart simply feels lighter. Maybe gold isn't always something we have to chase. Sometimes we just have to notice where God has already placed it.    Elle Pace Read the complete Threads of Grace story at EllePace.com.   GOOGLE/BLOGGER WORDS Laurie Pace, Elle Pace, Threads of Grace, Gold Is Where You Find It, horse painting, equine art, colorful horse painting, expressive horse painting, palette knife painting, contemporary equine art, blue ...

© Laurie Pace        Graphics One Design 2026 Desert Sun Oil on Canvas  SOLD   by Laurie Pace   The End and then the Beginning “But in these last days He has spoken to us by His Son, whom He appointed heir of all things, and through whom He made the universe.” — Hebrews 1:2   Yesterday I shared how paint scraped from one unsuccessful painting became something entirely new. There was enough of that wonderful mess of reds, greens, turquoise, browns, gold and white to begin again. This time I returned to the original 30 × 40 canvas—the surface still stained by what had been there before. I began with what was left on the remaining canvas, still stained with original paint.   A single horse emerged at the center of four strong sections of light and dark. Only later did I begin seeing things I hadn't deliberately painted. A wolf, guitars, crosses....   And if you look long enough, perhaps you'll discover something...

© Laurie Pace        Graphics One Design 2026 Crossing the County Line Oil on Canvas  SOLD   by Laurie Pace   There are lines everywhere in life. State lines.  County lines.  Traffic lanes.  Rules.  Schedules.  Boundaries.  Sometimes it feels as though everything is telling us where to go and where not to go.   Looking again at my painting Crossing the County Line, I realized those feelings had found their way onto the canvas years ago. The horses live among lines, shapes and divisions, yet they seem to be searching for open space. Maybe we are sometimes doing the same thing. I remember the freedom of our years living at the lake—the woods, the stars, the quiet and simply having room to breathe.  Today I am learning that freedom isn't always about changing where we live. Sometimes it is about finding that open place within ourselves again and trusting God to lead us from there. ...

© Laurie Pace        Graphics One Design 2026 White Hydrangea Oil on Canvas  SOLD   by Laurie Pace   This morning I found myself wandering through old travel photographs from New York.   Those photographs of our two trips to New York, stirred memories that made me a little sad, but then something unexpected happened. Instead of looking backward, I began seeing paintings waiting to be created. White hydrangeas blooming in cool northern summers reminded me of the ones we struggle to keep alive through the relentless Texas heat. Every year, Terry faithfully waters, shades, and nurtures them, reminding me that beauty often requires patience and care. As I continued scrolling through years of photographs, I realized I wasn't simply revisiting memories—I was rediscovering inspiration. Rivers, forests, horses, flowers, wildlife, and quiet moments I had forgotten are now becoming the foundation for future paintings. Perhaps we all need to ask...