…there is waiting. A witness to the progressive spirit. It's there all the time. I know because that which is not me or I has experienced this. The experience was fleeting…but there are glimpses every now and then. The idea of putting any of this into words is missing the point entirely…but I plod on in my peripheral discovery. The creative process offers a glimpse into that which has no name…the nameless immersion…the silent return. Years ago in India, a man of such limitless Nature, encouraged me (or the witness) to "come back". At that time I interpreted his offer as a momentary thing. Now, over 30 years later, I have a profound hunch that his offer was an invitation to that which is nameless…….My studio is a temple,a waiting room…a place where I go to rekindle that invitation.
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