Artist’s statement

Dear Beholder:

Art galleries gift me something sublime

Something far more profound

Than pleasant times

With pictures.

In the altered states

Of these moments

I am in Heaven.

The simple goal of my art

Is to converse with you

About art as vehicle

To Heaven.

To the soul suspended

In art-gallery-openness

Art gifts beauty

Discovery

Joy.

Here is the nub:

Art is a bridge

Walking this bridge

Each of us connects

With the inner sublime.

Walking this bridge

Returns us to our all-but-obliterated birthright

Of a life spent in everyday Heaven.

Here is word-sketch:

Magic happens

When we engage with art.

With each picture

We return again and again

To its real surface

We drink its real hues

We follow real marks

Real brushstrokes

Every one somehow

A word-free metaphor for the home that lies deep within us

We delight

In real points

Of visual surprise

We yield to mental rhythm

Washing us free of inner words

Free of the concepts that keep us

From full

Felt

Experience.

With art

We slip

Into the sweet space

That holds the normally-submerged nine tenths

Of our true selves.

So familiar, so warm, so beautiful

Here, Life is perfect

Here, we are Home.

All too rarely do we dwell in this place

With a head full of inner voice

We struggle even to find our way back here

Let alone stay here.

Yet engaged encounters with art

Guide me

Surefooted

Back

Into this most precious core of my being

Back

To my true home

Every time

With ease.

All you will find

On this site

Are the field notes made

On my journey so far

As I have followed my sense of wonder

As I have tried to understand

What happens to me

In the presence

Of art

As I have tried to uncover a process

By which the magic happens

And all other semblance of process disappears

The purpose of my art is to share with you what I find. 

Does similar process

Unfold in you

Dear Beholder?

Could more reflection

New insight

New process

Deliver yet more magical experience

For both of us

In the full Presence of Art?

Fluttering

In the wings of consciousness

Art waits

To make the gift

Of Everyday Heaven.

Please

If you can

Write

Tell me what you find…..