Varied cultural threads, thousands of years before me, explain similar phenomenon often described in terms of the sacred. 

I’ve produced art continuously for over 35 years. I believe my art results from an ongoing reaction to the confluences of the eye gouging complexities of humanity, the call for  divine love, the times I live in and the potentially calamitous direction this planet is headed in.  As my sense of place has expanded in this tangled intricacy, this totality, I more and more see earth as an unknowing victim of something she’s created. The demise of our loving and scholarly adviser who delivers at every moment of every day all we need to stay alive.  A tragic mythology?

Through this lifelong kinship I have developed an affinity and affection for nature’s movements, its ability to curate space, line, color and shape with breath taking artistic fluency.  My eagerness to participate guides a way into nature’s aesthetic force, mixing and stirring with the depths of my own human nature during my process of creation. These teachings, this manner of caring, carries a mysteriously powerful and fundamental element into our own being. 

Does my art create an experiential moment for the observer, does it call them into an idea or the depth of something? Or create their own moment of caring, a calling in?  Perhaps this is why I think of art making as nest building.  It is the call for divine love, however buried it may seem... 

Focused attention on a work in progress can cause an experience that seems to diffuse or soften the self into a spiritual mystery of sorts; a sense of fusion with divinity, a sensation of unconditional belonging, a present moment sense of oneness.

 What remains in this altered state, after it’s euphoric balm fades, is faith in the divine. Like many pursuits in life, creative work opens doors that set the stage to experience intuitive guidance and wisdom. Does creating manifest unconditional love? Has the art market highjacked the inherent spirituality of creating art?

The process for me includes the welcoming of pleasant surprises while the back stage prayers manage uncertainty and th pains of creation.  What may seem like passionate uselessness at times, may very well approach sacred holiness.