What is this that has the courage to be born and to die?
To this, I bow in reverence.
Words are impossible. The word soul, for me, means “that which is equal to life and death”. An inner well of wisdom that moves us to see clearly, to suffer with dignity and to be in service to life, as life. When words fail, art can succeed. But only if we are willing to surrender to its vocabulary.

This paint, that was moved by my latex gloved hand around a stretched canvass. This work, that was stared at four hours in deep intuitive contemplation. This paint is the carrier of the soul’s voice. It is a portrait. The colours and layered interwoven movements are the visual scores of the song of this soul.

Posted date:26th Apr 2017
ART - paintings