“An Aura of Serenity”
Ainslie Meares, the great Australian psychiatrist and humanitarian, wrote of the yogi saint 134 years old who spent sixteen hours a day in meditation that he had an “aura of serenity.” As did Ainslie.
I do not. But I hope that my painting, guided I believe at least in part by Ainslie’s spirit, may have – to some extent or other.
“The depth of his serenity would fill me as we talked of life and death, of God and man.” This must be the apogee of everyone’s existence – and of all Art.
 Strange Places and Simple Truths (London: Souvenir Press, 1969), p. 30.