“Millions of Leaves”
Millions of leaves all dancing to Heaven's Breath.
Millions of leaves all dancing to Heaven's Breath.
I'm sitting here on the floor where I do my painting. And it’s as if I can hear Them singing to me: You live to heal. That's why you exist.
Everyone exists to heal: we are born to be altruistic. But the trauma of our births hinders us.
Look at this rose I'm holding. Do you see it as an Instance of God? No, you reply. So let me turn it around, just a little. Now do you see it as God? Yes! I
The more I love the subject, that is to say, the more I feel loved by it, the more will you feel loved by my photo of it.
All forms of Creativity are but differing ways of manifesting the Muse, the Mother of Love.
My painting shows what's in my unconscious, and my photographing what my unconscious loves.
I paint without a subject, but to photograph, a subject is needed. Then I must transcend the visible and reveal the Underlying, as in my painting.
A wise man, well acquainted with the Spirit World, reminds me of how, when a sunbeam enters a room, we suddenly see thousands of floating dust particles we had never seen there before. Well, they are
Inspiration is from God to the Soul, Aspiration is from the Soul to God. Creativity is God to God.