The heart is our own mysterious opening to other worlds, to those things we cannot see, but feel. To those things we imagine. It is by the faith we hold in our hearts, by those daily acts of courage, the necessity to continually stretch out our hand in the dark, that we move toward each other in intimacy. It is our inner light that penetrates the darkness of the unknown. It is by our courage and our willingness to open our hearts to feeling, to touch, and ultimately to the unknown, that we can overcome blindness in our selves.
We all, to some degree, suffer the wound of blindness. It is in our soul essence that we share with the world around us, that we find near perfect sight. Before words, before thinking, there is a simple, deep response, a feeling in the heart that recognizes truth. I wish, in these pieces, to speak to that place.
The Braille that forms the ground of this work, is my own poetic text composed and then translated into individual sheets. I work in translucent layers of oil glazes over this ground to transform the text into a landscape evocative of space and the cosmos. The text you cannot read, but perceive, is indicative of the illusion of the world of the senses. There is always more to the world than meets the eye. One must be willing to explore deeper realities to approach the universe of mysteries.