Private Collection, US
Life is comprised of beautiful moments,
ours and others, strung together
billowing in the wind
like a glittering sail.
There is heartbreak too
but true beauty lies in the mending,
in the tying by heavenly strings,
like a harp.
It lies in living beyond the fog,
amplifying life by making space,
in the marinating between layers,
in working for resolution,
seeking harmony among the chaos.
Painting is a traveling of the spirit.
Stretching just a little bit more.
Straight down and past the middle road,
(Zawsze do prszodu *Always forward),
To the Paradise Islands,
To be eclipsed by glory.
To find a portal to there
where angels dwell
with their filigree wings
stronger than steel.
They make up that sacred scaffolding,
that unbreakable lattice-work
that founds all experience
and makes it everlasting, ever present.
This intricate weaving of the divine underlayer-
I see it so clearly when I close my eyes
and open my heart,
when I ignite and catapult my soul onto canvas.
the opportunity stems from a single moment,
Like a pebble skipping on the water,
Like a flock in flight.