Without words

I find that seeing is the way to transform our world into a meaningful existence. When I look, really look, at what is in front of me something new always appears.

I ask that when you look at my work take a moment, a minute, an hour to really see what is in front of you. You will be surprised at the way color and form can penetrate, mould, and move you into a spontaneous realization of the self. This self is not of thought, but of something outside of time and space. An energy that leads us down loves path to a richer and fuller existence.

New Voice

8 x 10 inch

oil on canvas

I love the shape of pears - Sold

My Feelings while walking at Sunset

Oil on canvas

16 inch x 20 inch

What do you see?

Plunging into Unity

I notice how my mind skips around like a rock on top of water,

only to stop and sink into the depths of my Neptune.

Spirit finds me at the bottom,

laying still and embraced by embryonic fluid.

Softly, I touch my poetic beauty with the flicker of a mermaid's tale.

An empty shell of a crab sways in a lullaby.

I wish not to sleep,

but to float to the surface and feel the birthing of the sun.

A Symphony of Color

Spirit speaks of music that can not be heard with auditory regularity,

colors are my ears that hear with movement and splendor beyond.

I hear a silence that brings nothingness,

a veil is lifted and sways in rhythmic tones and shades.

I softly speak in tongues that quiet minds can only hear.