As an artist I am always searching for my spiritually covert language, the closed conversation between my soul and the Divine.
A sacred braid, we weave around and within each other, a linguistic hide and seek, building a wordless language through color, shape and structure.
The seeker becomes the sought.
And like an arcane chameleon / me and my Maker / we evolve, we mutate, we grow.
It is impossible to be immutable. Until the final molecule of oxygen escapes from my lips back into the Universe, where I will slowly dissolve, fading to stardust.
A rainbow / a glimmer / a sudden burst of brilliance.
Hush Hush
