Second Layer of Roskrish: Looking "through a glass darkly"

I applied the second layer of Roskrish today.  It's a little darker, but for the most part, you can hardly tell the difference. It is forming, though. The chiton and himation are the most prominent and easily distinguishable right now (these are the garments they are wearing).

This reminds me of the passage in I Corinthians 13:12, where Paul is going to great lengths to pour out his passion for what Love really is. And the entire time he is outlining God's love. The perfect love. And the love that inspired this icon, which is God at it's core. And in verse 12, he hits the climax by saying that one day, we shall see face to face. Can you picture it? Face to face?
I imagined my face being inches away from another person's. The things you see and experience with another person are completely different when standing at normal distance. There is a comfortability that you feel when you are literally SO close. You know them differently. And creator and creation will meet face. to. face. Paul says.

But for now, "we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror", a foggy mirror. This is what the second layer of Roskrish did for me. It's intensity in color and it's deepness in meaning, invoked a meditation on the "already, but not yet". And as you can see, it's a foggy reflection right now.

"If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, 

but have not love, 

I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal.

If I have the gift of prophecy
and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, 

and if I have a faith that can move mountains, 

but have not love, 

I am nothing. 

If I give all I possess to the poor
and surrender my body to the flames,

but have not love, 

I gain nothing.
 

Love is patient, 

love is kind. 

It does not envy, 

it does not boast, 

it is not proud. 

It is not rude, 

it is not self-seeking, 

it is not easily angered, 

it keeps no record of wrongs. 

Love does not delight in evil 

but rejoices with the truth. 

It always protects, 

always trusts, 

always hopes, 

always perseveres. 

Love never fails. 

But where there are prophecies, 

they will cease; 

where there are tongues, 

they will be stilled; 

where there is knowledge, 

it will pass away. 

For we know in part and we prophesy in part, 

but when perfection comes, 

the imperfect disappears. 

When I was a child, 

I talked like a child, 

I thought like a child, 

I reasoned like a child. 

When I became a man, 

I put childish ways behind me. 

Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; 

then we shall see face to face. 

Now I know in part; 

then I shall know fully, 

even as I am fully known.

(NIV, 2 Cor. 13:1-12, spacing my own)