Art Program

We are accustomed to highly stimulating environments with a multitude of sensory data encompassing our waking consciousness. Here we are, amidst this great flood; powerful currents push and pull us every which way. A feint recollection of the breath without constraint arises. Thus I drive North, where the air rejuvenates the mind and nourishes the heart. There's a different kind of sound all around; the rushing rivers, fluttering leaves, creatures abound. Harmonic stillness melodic in tune, alas freedom from speculation.