THE SWIRLING PATH

WITH THE TRACERY OF FINGER STROKE I’m drawing on light, the smooth sheen of glass — pouring the blackest, aged India Ink, some decades old — a collection of bottles from the past. And that spreads a pool of raven spatters, swirled in a whorl with my...

THE LIGHT BEHIND THE EYES

SEEING YOU, MOONLIT I think of you, with the light behind your eyes, the luminous gaze of meaning — that which lies beneath, that which comes from within. I think of you, the being that you are, builder and maker of dreams, worker in the other worlds traveler in...

FREE

I contemplate the idea of free. I’d written a piece on that — working with Chris Anderson (Wired), the notion of free as an enticement to relationship development. I designed the cover to that issue: Free! Be free and show freely to your world — but...

ACTION

SOMETIMES, THE DRIVE FORTH OVERWHELMS THE SEEING. Over the last couple of weeks, the idea of doing anything but working has been far from my mind. People have commented — “where is he?” Just working. Acting. Hard, round the proverbial clock, trying...