This week I have been working non-stop to meet a deadline for a show opening Friday. It’s been a solitary retreat, sometimes late at night listening to a mix of jazz and Tibetan music, chanting monks and soulful horns, seasoned with words of the Dalai Lama, like, “the artist’s job is to serve..to give hope..give them hope”.
Work has become a prayer and an act of love.
A poem by Mary Oliver is on my mind…No matter who you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, Over and over, announcing your place in the family of things. [Wild Geese]
I will post images soon.