It’s deepest sources are wrought into the very fabric of beingness by the wisdom of the creator. Painting is the interface of the artist and the highest truth, creation resolving itself into itself.
One step from the immutable, another in the actual, effortless transmutation forges itself into realizing color, light, stroke, breath – the infinite drumming of the murmurs of the superconscious realizing its own presence. In awaiting the reality of the secrets it guides forth into the body of the medium known.
So, now you have my upload for the evening. Thank you for this place in which to share it.

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