I became interested in the notion that Heaven might be an architectural space.
I wanted to paint about our connection to the cosmos.
To wonder
To make magic with paint,
To create something with a life of its own.
To capture that which cannot be seen,
A tenuous tiny moment given epic proportions.
Now becoming all there is.

The house becomes a metaphor for consciousness, the searching for a safe place to be.
A place which has nothing to do with external reality,
For the journey is within,
The destination uncertain.
I dream of rooms, extensions,
Great grand gallery spaces,
Doorways to a sacred inner sanctum.
The place which holds the key to our connections with all that is
For we are co creators of our own realities.

I painted stripes inspired by the carpets that hung over the walls in Marrakech
Simple calls to prayer
Silent and alone
Paintings which touch the senses
Which capture ones attention
A history of a million mistakes
Endless never ending connections of everything to something else.
Geometrical structures housing the emotional content of an empty room.
Stripes turn to towers
Time
Becomes vertical
Past present future caught in a permanent present
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Urban landscapes recalled and transformed
Paint poured
Splashing cosmoses across canvas
Concrete crumbles,
The inevitable destruction of what has gone before.

As Anselm Kiefer so poignantly points out the grass will grow over our cities
Life is fleeting
Yet we continue to build towers
Hoping to create a new reality,
A better place to be.
A place to consider and wonder at this thing called Life
To glimpse what is going on behind our own closed doors
Giving life to cosmic happening
Reconnecting. History in the making