August 2014

In the stillness of this hot August night, I indulge in one of my beloved art forms – from the Latin contemplari, a place of observation.

Nature knows when to unleash its fury, when to pull back, when to burst forth with new life, and when to lie fallow. Animals sense to survive, but we humans programmed to pursue every facet of daily existence have distanced ourselves from this rhythm. In our wiry wisdom we have lost touch with the power of the pure, the divine and the creative spirit.  Read More »