Today we are searching for things in nature that are hidden behind the veil of appearance… We look for and paint this inner, spiritual side of nature.
-Franz Marc
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This is a new painting, a 36″ by 12″ canvas piece that I am calling The Veil and the Heart. It is a continuation of the patterned sky series that has been occupying me as of late, a group which will no doubt play a large part in my annual June show at the Principle Gallery in Alexandria.
I see the red sun here as a symbol for the type of truth that can’t be veiled, can’t be covered. While there are forces and powers beyond our perception, as I have written about concerning the thought behind this series of patterns and veils, there are also certainties and truths that cannot be obscured in any way.
It may be our own truth, who we really are as a person and how that forms the way in which we maintain a relationship with the world in which we exist. It may be how we come to accept our place as a tiny piece in the puzzle of a universe that seems vast and largely unaware of us.
Maybe that red sun represents the universe, for a brief moment, being aware of us.
I don’t really know.
I’ve said those words so many times over the years, especially in regard to my work. You would think after all this time that I would be able to say definitively what is contained in my work. But I can’t. Just about every piece has a mystery in it, a veiled thought or meaning that shows just enough of itself to let me know it is there but remains elusive. Even this painting has a meaning that seems easily within my grasp one moment and has another in the next.
Like that red sun, you see it and understand it but you’re not sure why. And maybe that is the way it should be, the way it is meant to be.
I don’t really know…
The early morning has gold in its mouth.
I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; garlands from window to window; golden chains from star to star, and I dance.
Man can learn nothing except by going from the known to the unknown.
Between two worlds life hovers like a star,
Not until we are lost do we begin to understand ourselves.
There is delight in singing, though none hear beside the singer. 
Without memory, there is no culture. Without memory, there would be no civilization, no society, no future.these
“Any great art work … revives and readapts time and space, and the measure of its success is the extent to which it makes you an inhabitant of that world – the extent to which it invites you in and lets you breathe its strange, special air.”