I am. I think of A. I make A out of myself. In order for A to be A, it needs B all around it. So B is created too just as I create A. Now A, a part of me who is different from everything else, and B, also a part of me who…

Yesterday and today I did two new paintings. I did them small. You finish faster this way and are able to see what you made immediately. I look at the second one now, the one I just finished. The first one is also interesting to share and maybe it will be in the next entry….

All the drawings and paintings in the blog are thought forms. They are different forms of thoughts than those that we create with language. It is a different way to know and communicate. It is the language that we need for creation. If my art is created only from language-thoughts, it will be like repeating…

The flowers grow in all kinds of shapes The light in the flowers Is your light The light in all things Is your light Every little speck of dust Is a door The door is always open Come, go through it Come and meet us where you are. There is light in the white areas…

As you see The areas overlap And struggle with each other For control of the same space And what if they knew That the same space Is open and given to every one of them With no limitations All with love and joy and acceptance Be they as they want to be And the radiating…

The big stones That were uprooted That were torn away From their heavy comfort The loose stones That everybody fears Know already Even as they slowly turn And are about to fall With a thump The peace That will be here next. The tree and the stones Are closer to my eyes That are in…

I thought these lines would be the skeleton, to which I’d add pencil lines of many details. But it looked finished and full of mystery. If I saw a big painting like this in a museum, I’d be very enthusiastic. I’d stop, breathless, right there and take a picture, write the painter’s name, add the…

You can probably tell From my vibes I see the reality in my dream Collapsing And there is something interesting About the space that opens Maybe you can see that too It feels alive Maybe more alive than it usually was It almost has a face And you can feel it You can almost touch…

My father lived at the top On the right This is after he died I came to live on the rocks Where you can see the lake I sit on a bench The evening comes like love I let myself feel the evening On my skin Trees and stones look with me Quietly With not…

Which direction do you grow? To where the joy will take me. What do you hold on to? Nothing. And who is looking at you? I alone look at me. There is nobody else Anywhere.     I used to be a graphic designer and an illustrator.  I became involved with the Chan Meditation Center…

Painting from article ‘From Dense to Airy‘ What else can we see in this painting? The colors in the architectural area on the right side are warm and feel comfortable with each other. The colors in the man are colder and more contrasting with each other. Can it be that the man is somewhat conflicted,…

In some place Like in so many others For this moment The plant is attached to the tip of the world   The balance of flat and broken and empty Of dots and leaves and feathers Depends on One very thin line   In a way that is unknown to us The open chord of…