Lemon Nights

I am touched by glorious landscapes, the close ups the long views. They teach me, there is a chance of non-separation, to be completed and humbled, to experience genesis and rebirth. To stumble upon an exterior landscape that mirrors my interior wilderness that I bring along with me, alluring and alarming. It is here in the recitation of the surrounding landscape, that the painting paints itself. The line becomes a tree, a shadow, a flower stem, and the again nothing, just ground for more to come. The abstraction allows new insight, a dance for evolution, awareness just beyond the visible, with no recollection of how it became: One Body of Wilderness.