Finding the drumbeat
When I go through the world, I notice that everything has its own pulse - the people, the plants, the trees, the animals, the birds – and if we get quiet enough we can hear each other’s drumbeats. If we keep listening we’ll move to the same rhythm. Do you notice that? In my art when ...
True Impermanence, the Impermanent Truth
In my bedroom hangs an unfinished painting. Every night when I go to bed, I look at it and I can’t quite put my finger on it. It makes me think of.. is it the veil of a bride? or is it a waterfall that covers up immense beauty still to be discovered? or is ...
