PaintingWhen I think about the times I have been able to quiet my monkey mind,
It usually involves place. And more than likely a place in nature. I know I share that experience with many of you. We live amongst a most remarkable landscape in which Rainforests rejuvenate and nourish. Moss. Fungi. Ferns. And trees. Connect us to birth. And death. How often do you stoop to get a closer look? Pick up an intriguing texture or form? Collect just one more small stone with that special marking? It is all such a surrealist’s dreamscape! Sounds of moving branches, drenched and draped, Exclaiming and chortling crows, I feel my role is that of an interpreter of sorts. It’s biology explained through the intuition. What new discoveries of the self are found today, In such an ancient place? Media: oil paintings with pen details on board with vintage frames |
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