I paint from observation, not only from memory.
Observing nature’s patterns, I find the buried kinships between micro and macro, trees and stars, mushrooms and consciousness.
Tracing the rich textures and movements within bark, branch, leaf, cloud, bird, star, moon, grass, shroom, bone, seed, rock, river, wave, moss, flower, feather, sand, shell, snow, flame.
I dream about death.
Passing through the veil is never boring. I’m greeted by spirits, symbols, words, music, voices, places, plants, ancient people, tree people, mushroom people, animals, humans, star people, nature beings, light beings, angels, devils, lightness and darkness. My heart or my drum leads the way.
The Way, what Way?
My mind moves slower than my heart.