Nature. Mysticism. Beauty. Truth. Experience.
The common honored as extraordinary when
transformed by the imagination. Look at a single,
red poppy. Look, too, at the approaching purple
storm, or the breath-taking cold light of the white
moon searing through tall pines onto the
|The creative spirit, cradled between the artists imagination and the physical world, waits to be plucked from its chamber and coaxed into the light by a willing partner. Feast your eyes. Become partner to beauty, energy and peace.|