Holes are the special places; windows into the abyss, and the sea of stars that is the view. I can feel those few who have died into the embrace of the dark, entering existence in its totality, beyond duality.  They have experienced suffering, rage, and despair, and a journey both in the light of ecstatic... Continue Reading →

Edge to Freedom

To speak of "edges" it becomes necessary to quote William Irwin Thompson "Edges are important because they define a limitation in order to deliver us from it.  When we come to an edge we come to a frontier that tells us that we are now about to become more than we have been before.  As... Continue Reading →


When creating embraces the written word I write what is most important from the words I've collected and placed inside of truth as I know it in that moment.  When creating involves the alchemy of lime, clay, water, marble dust, and mineral pigments, I express during an altered state sustained by heat and exhaustion, tears and... Continue Reading →


Waves of memory shake my bones. The skeleton within me recalls what once was. The city around me smiles in recognition. My bones are a graveyard of sound where there might be silence. Vibrations of sound and light and color; so much motion!  The very stuff that existence is made of.  Memory is in there... Continue Reading →

momentary perception

"Of course I constantly despair at my own incapacity, at the impossibility of ever accomplishing anything, of painting a valid, true picture or even knowing what such a thing ought to look like.  But then I always have the hope that, if I persevere, it might one day happen.  And this hope is nurtured every... Continue Reading →

The Wanderer

Being a nomadic artist is somewhat of a paradox given the medium I create with is cumbersome and labor intensive.  While I can cross borders with a passport, the weight I carry with my artwork makes for difficult passage.  Others cross borders with nothing but their person and no passport, and the weight they carry... Continue Reading →

Beauty Bleeding Through

I find that beauty bleeds through the codes that make up reality.  Beauty is the heart connection that lasts beyond the boundaries of time and space.  It is the lightness of vibration... Intimacy as an art-form. And, what is Beauty?  Elusively universal and personally accessible within the confines of emotion and desire.  It is relatively... Continue Reading →

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