As an artist, a visual artist I hold the brushes in a steady drumbeat to the canvas.
Touching the canvas, as lovers do.
Tumbling and falling into the never-ending profound blues ahead... following the burning desire to be united with the rainbow-colored tunes carried by the wind.
Songs of Freedom, songs of Ice and Fire... Songs to See...
I hold the horizon onto the tip of the brush, seeking brightness in the shades of life.
As an artist, a visual artist I read between the lines of perspective opening heart and mind to the boundaries of consciousness and perception.
Slipping through the doors of perception where time vanishes, finding a deeper awareness of the world and our place within it.
