The ritual act of making has the potential to manifest a visual language that would not exist without the artist. This language is understood by those who look, as if they have seen it before; in a dream maybe?….the collective consciousness. When working with all the facets of nature
I was told at the beginning of 2017 it would be the year to dispel illusions. Well, it is 2018 and I am still dispelling. Maybe it will never end. After all life is an illusion that our egos have created to feel safe and important. As I get older
There is a block Part of the movement Shifting I sit with my love, my heart No one sees what I feel I project truth and own it Manifestation is coming Let it rest, lie, form Giving things time to grow Be here now with all your might Let beauty
Today is the day I am thinking about what has come before. The veil between the world of living and dead is thin and it seems such an appropriate time to observe the essence of time passing. There has been a lot of mental stimulation in my life since I
The experimentation continues……..On the second week of my 4 week stay in Lauris, France, I finally got the chance to meet Michel Garcia! We spent 4 days together and talked so much! I did not think it was possible. He is such an intelligent and authentic person. So open
It has been a head spinning last few months. I cannot seem to keep up with the amount of work and opportunities that I have before me. As usual it is a lot of work and little time for self. I would like to thank everyone who is actually reading
The last village I had the opportunity to explore with my camera was Roussillon. Large quarries of Ochre were mined in the late 18th century to about 1930’s for artist colors and textiles. It has since been prohibited to mine in Roussillon, but other quarries have been exploited nearby. There
Each year the quarry at Les Baux has a show of artists projections. This year it was Bosch, Brueghel, and Arcimboldo. They are medieval and Renaissance artists that lived between 1450 and 1593. Two of them were Dutch and Arcimboldo was Italian. While their styles were very different they had
I make my slow accent to the top of the castle. I say slow because the stairs where well worn and very steep. I felt like I was scaling a mountian and had to use the hand rail to hoist me to the next step. This was one of the