Overcoming The Illusion That Space Separates Us Painting

My work is deeply influenced by explorations into mind, nature, and consciousness. I hope my work can be like the electricity that separates fleshy feet from warm grass. Like a spine of lightning connecting to pirate seas. Alas! I am human. Human Being. Of the beat of Shaman drums on a mountain river, I run. I Am. From a listening heart. Open all my Eyes. We are here for connection and we are connection. How can I help show that? Help unfold that. I am here as Flow. I am here to change. I am here to grow. The palpability of smoke dancing through God Space. Morning dew on butterfly wings drying with gold gold Sun. I am all the Brothers and Sisters. From grasslands, to ocean basins, and back again. Dinosaur Bone Marrow Pharaoh. The Sound of Nothing. The Color of Invisible. The crackle-snap of fired wood under ancient desert stars. They-Are-Me. Devotion, Ceremony, Ritual disguised as Art-Making. I believe in Art like I believe in Love. Like I believe in bees, like I believe in hugs. Like I believe in Good Earth Drugs. 3,000 year old trees. Way before Great Prophets and way-after. The Treasure right behind our nose. Naked even with clothes. Works of Art can be Great Talismans. Directed energy with the intention of birthing a Transcendent Object is what I’m after. I am trekking through a deep cave in the Jungle of Mind, perched upon the shoulders of Titans. Heart in chest. Axe in hand. I roam The Wild. Human artifacts that embody Spirit. Things that breathe; things that remind you to breathe. Soul Manifest, from the blooming rose in my chest. A humble Son of The Universe playing as The Universe, hoping to give birth to more Universe. No bigger than The Mouse; no smaller than The Mountain. I rest in Every Shadow. The Sacred Flotsum and Jetsum of A Dreaming Star-Dust Monkey. A Warrior for Light. A Creator of Good. I hope to summon Heaven within me, all that I am, all-there-ever-was, and allow that to express through my hands. Slow-Art grown from the rise and fall of many bright moons who’s home is in the Now. For the Love of The Game. Samsaric Rhythms of Understanding from the point-of-view of an Evolving Ape, with access to The Internet, and The Fire in his Heart. Currently working in Los Angeles.