Acrylic on Wood
-In a Private Collection-
This painting was more of an event for me. As a painting: it is one of the most important. From an experience involving E.T.s and other-worldly spirit creatures, to my own personal death and spiral down into a dark and painful abyss, to eventually expelling all fears of the unknown, accepting death and returning to the interwoven Earth web. It sure is hard to summarize a story that seemed to have passed over thousands of human Earth years, seen with eyes not of this world in a place of no time. This painting was the first I did after my grateful return from ego?-death. Through the entire process of painting it, I did not believe I was alive. I was sure this was all an illusion and that my brush was actually guiding lost souls through other dimensions : if I painted long enough, I would shine like a lighthouse- guiding lost ships through eternal seas. Somewhere out there part of me too was on a ship surrounded by dark stormy seas. This painting saved my life. I felt obligated to never stop making art, whether I was alive or not, it felt good. The reasons to express / conjure symbolism, the reasons were beyond me from this point on. My story was done, I surrendered to becoming a conduit.