For me paint­ing is a gate­way con­nect­ing my per­sonal inner spaces to this mate­r­ial world that we all share. I set up my stu­dio wher­ever I am moved to paint – be it by the ocean, in the woods, on top of the big city bridge sur­rounded by the rush-hour traf­fic, or tucked into the cor­ner of the liv­ing room watch­ing the fam­ily drama unfold at the din­ner table.

As I begin my work on a sub­ject at hand, my per­cep­tion glides softly through the empty spaces between objects, touch­ing every­thing along its famil­iar flight towards the hori­zon and back.

Yet the cen­ter of my aware­ness remains focused on what I am expe­ri­enc­ing on the inside — the ever-expanding joy and won­der of becom­ing one with the world, the heart’s long­ing beck­on­ing me for­ever onward into the twi­light. My inner state remains my only true guide and com­pan­ion in this process, the early inspi­ra­tion and the final arbiter on the suc­cess of a day’s work.