I Felt I Had Dissolved Into A

The Journey Of The Soul Is A Vast, Interconnected Web, A Meshwork Of Beings That Are All Working Out Their Individual Karmas In A Collective Gumbo, Retaining The Special Flavor In Each Bite Of Life. But, The Mystery Of Where We're Going, In Terms Of Whether We're Going To Have A Planet That's Worth Living On After We Finish Abusing It, Whether We'll Wake Up In Time And Stop Ruining The Water, Land And Skies Is A Big Question Mark.

Art Is A Delivery System For Worldviews.

I Acknowledge The Privilege Of Being Alive In A Human Body At This Moment, Endowed With Senses, Memories, Emotions, Thoughts, And The Space Of Mind In Its Wisdom Aspect.

Journeying Through Secret Doors, Curving Corridors, And Connecting Rooms Into The Mountain Was Like Being Digested By The Different Organs Of A Deity.

Artists Are Most Themselves When They Are Out Of Their Minds, Transcending The Ego Skirmishes Of Conceptual Thought, And Intuitively Relinquishing Control To The Greater Creator