December 28, 2007

Another brilliant, clear morning. The earth was washed sparkling clean by the rains. There was stillness about everything as if the mind of the planet was in deep silence, or meditation. The highest form of meditation is simply awareness. Awareness of everything being aware here now, beyond this and that or time and space, utility, survival or pleasure and pain.

Pure meditation is fulfillment of self knowing, absolute value, without reason or motive. The thinking mind describes things. The knowing mind lives everything as itself. All there is, although new in appearances each moment, is eternally the same pure identity.

December 26, 2007

December 26, 2oo7

It is one of those incredible mornings filled with beauty. High vaulted tender blue skies, deep long shadows running like cool rivers beneath dazzling diamond lighted trees. Everything has an exquisite sharpness to it. This quality of atmosphere is perhaps what has influenced my art the most. Many artists are solitary people, the very passion to see and feel things as they really are drives out this characteristic in them. One almost feels as if you have to use all your cunning to get away and be alone within your solitude. The market place of the world is the noisy jabbering of one’s mind, with its wanting and not wanting, duties and obligations - but the kingdom of joy always lays in the source of solitude. Wonder and joy is the engine of art.

WHEN WORLDS COLLIDE

This is my new painting called WHEN WORLDS COLLIDE.

Chet and I: a father and son in love with an art that chases demons and angels across a vast mind of infinite possibilities. For us, creation is the essence of all life and we are drunk with its adventurous joy!

RECOGNITION.

Sitting on the upper slope of my backyard at twilight, suddenly one realizes that on a vaster plane of being, nothing in or of this earth happens that does not move through my entire body or being. In Alaska a shard of ice breaks free - I am there. The smallest creature form in Africa registers its dream in my life’s intricate web. Somewhere in the South Seas the currents of warm winds touch quiet pure atolls in the fauna and flora of my mind. How can this be true? Yet somewhere in the Vast mystery of my heart it is so. The first movement of all life is love.