Statement

I gaze at this patch of ground. In winter, it changes so little day after day. At ten in the morning, at two in the afternoon, the direction of the tree-branch shadows remains the same as yesterday and the day before. A bird chases another across my view, the nearest branches sway, while the distant edge of the woods seems to drift and float. All these tiny shifts are gathered together, and as I watch, my heart ripples gently. Is this, then, eternity?

A person who passed by earlier returns and sits here for a moment to rest, lost in thought. While my heart sways with the branches and drifts among the shifting play of light and shadow as clouds moved overhead, that person left. Not long after, another came, or perhaps several together.

I paint out the ripples that arise in my heart at that moment. For a certain period, I know one particular feeling is especially intense, so every day after that I return to feel it again. With each added brushstroke, the depth of that sensation grows alongside the painting—making clarity and complete what was once beyond my conscious awareness.

I paint the ripples of the heart as they comes. For a stretch of time, I know one particular feeling is especially vivid and thick, so every day after that I return to it, to feel it again.With each added brushstroke, the depth of that sensation grows alongside the painting—gradually drawing into fullness and clarity what I had not been able to see or name before.

To me, the language of the heart is abstract. Its ever-changing surge of energy stirs me, again and again.I long to unfold my entire heart to the viewer, to create a space open and free, a place of quite intimate where one may also touch the pulse of one’s own spirit.