Watching a blank canvas or paper is like looking at a mountain from very far away. I feel the presence of the mountain but not knowing how high it might be.
I grab a paintbrush and move closer to the canvas. I see a wide-open forest waiting to be explored. A blob of paint is daubed, scratched, scraped and painted one layer upon another. This is my play and search, which are in constant change as natural phenomenon.
I slowly climb up the mountain yearning to see the other side of the mountain.
When I reach there, I stare into the distant road and wait for any visitors to come.
Nature has been my great interest and the source of inspiration.
I used to think my observation of nature will wise up my awareness around me. When I shifted my perspective to Nature's eye I became the one to be observed.
It is a realization of Great Spirits that saying to me "Do you know why you are here?"
I wonder...
I think...
I quest...
I wonder...
- in one beautiful Autumn day.