Taking it all in can feel like trying to hold water in your hand. It’s there, so clear and cold as it slowly slips away. But each handful is different. Trying to process something that is always changing is a great challenge that I see worth exploring through art. There is something special about conveying ideas through imagery: reading into colors and forms that echo into different meanings. There can’t be a dialogue without different points of view. Let us all welcome each other to stand on one another’s ground and although it may look different than our ‘normal’ view, it’s all part of the same landscape.....
There are moments in waking life or in dreams that we perceive a connection between ourselves and the universe... or, mother nature, the infinite, the unknown, or god if that’s what feels right – it’s all the same to me. Whether we are alone in some personal physical endeavor, deep in meditation, desperately injured or ill, in an altered state, seeing clearly in sobriety or through the hazy veil of drugs, faced with the weight of reality or the blinding lightness of insignificance, within ourselves or with the one we’ve become entangled with in the tapestry of love... life offers, at times, a mere glimpse beyond what we normally see and hear, smell, taste, or touch, that comforts us and scares us, that keeps us guessing, and trying to understand this living riddle.
There’s no one answer for us all, we see the same world but it filters through all our senses differently. Little points of consciousness we are, thinking we ‘get it’ when everyday, everything is changing. What is there to hold onto? Life can feel fluid and confusing but then, there are those quiet moments of bliss and clarity where everything seems to stop; moments that only mean anything to us until we try to describe the indescribable to others and realize there’s a bigger picture here and we can’t see all the way to the edges.
