Published on October 25, 2013
When I was at my retreat in Ojai a few weeks ago, I had a conversation with this man who told me to take some time to define what the Divine is in my own life.
For some reason that didn’t really sink in until I started painting in my Moleskine.
Something about the brush in my hand,
the play with color,
the way the motion of my brushstrokes
begins to connect with my breath.
It’s that extended moment
When time dissolves
Gravity is complimentary
And emotions are plausible.
Art is how I define Divine.
Simple as that.