My painting is nembutsu, an invocation, a prayer, to Amida Buddha. But as Shinran taught, it is not we who pray but Amida who prays through us. So my painting is Amida painting to Herself.
Film cameras, being natural, are strong, robust. But digitals, unnatural, are fragile, vulnerable. And so sensitive to our feelings. Like all things on earth, both are imbued with spirit. It is obvious with my old Nikons,
Brush still in hand, my eyes becoming clear, I find myself laughing at the painting. I'm surprised by my joy.[1] Laughter, Hobbes wrote, “is nothing but sudden glory arising from some sudden conception of some eminency
“A new and shocking valuation of all we have been.” -- T.S. Eliot After so many years, the Realization that my mother was, and still is, The Mother. That she is Love. That I live in
All that matters when photographing is the feeling – the Feeling of Belovedness.
It's not what you photograph, nor how, only who you are doing it. Not the what, nor the how – only the why. The who determines the why.
To help heal a sufferer, for him to find his Soul, is to help him to then become a healer helping other sufferers to find theirs. In a sense, in the same way, helping to heal
When we were idle, I didn't have to hold my F3 – but I loved to. The digital, however, I need to, because, like all patients, it is very sensitive. And I love to hold it,
All healing, whatever the particular modality employed, has two phases. First, Inspiration: the Spirit, chi, entering down into the healer. The passive phase as the subject is viewed. And then the active phase: Aspiration. The Spirit
Through my consulting room window I can see the two personages I often consult when in difficulty. One is a large tree which seems to have grown so much since we occupied the house. As if
