Awake in a still night, so peaceful. Somehow this seems more real than daily life. My, we get busy in daytime. Pause and take a breath...
Artists express themselves in form. All life, indeed, expresses itself in form.
And yet when it is dark, when sounds are few, when the mind is fairly quiet, there is sometimes this recognition of the kingdom of heaven within, spoken of for ages.
It is a mystery how, out of this spacious potential, life arises, ideas arise, inspirations arise, words arise, symphonies arise and visions arise.
If I can accomplish one really good thing with my art in this life, it would be to learn how to paint completely out of an awareness of stillness, of the sacred.
Many artists sense and sometimes talk about this, but how little we speak of it in formal art training. How little we speak of it in daily life.
And yet there is this sacred stillness, perhaps everywhere, all around, within and without, and at all times, if we but stop.
Listen.
Look.
Sense.
And smile.
Joy and peace to all.
