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After dusk and into the deep night, the songs of the frogs ripple out from beyond the water lilies, from the ponds bordering us in the primary Atlantic forest. Sitting between the ponds and the Colibris temple, I hear their songs blending with those from around the sacred fire within. Needing no words, only the feeling awareness of all that can exist in one moment, in many forms of consciousness held together by the unique web of living beings.
I painted this during the day outside, at night live painting at the dance floor, in rain, in sun, by the moon. A looser painting than usual for me, unbothered by texture, more intent with capturing the textures of the rhythms of life.
Printed on heavyweight 180gsm Hahnemühle archival paper using 100-year lightfast pigment inks that are made to last.
16×20 inches, open edition, signed.
After dusk and into the deep night, the songs of the frogs ripple out from beyond the water lilies, from the ponds bordering us in the primary Atlantic forest. Sitting between the ponds and the Colibris temple, I hear their songs blending with those from around the sacred fire within. Needing no words, only the feeling awareness of all that can exist in one moment, in many forms of consciousness held together by the unique web of living beings.
I painted this during the day outside, at night live painting at the dance floor, in rain, in sun, by the moon. A looser painting than usual for me, unbothered by texture, more intent with capturing the textures of the rhythms of life.
Printed on heavyweight 180gsm Hahnemühle archival paper using 100-year lightfast pigment inks that are made to last.
16×20 inches, open edition, signed.
