Pursuing dreams with lack of a long term goal either puts you squarely in front of the train eventually to crash in upon you, or your focus changes and you turn outward to touch others. The passion for art hasn’t changed, but the pursuit of it became secondary. I can’t do anything unless I do it through The ONE who gives me breath.
Integrity, quality and Understanding mean nothing, nor does any pursuit of art, if they are not also accompanied by a selfless love. As Paul wrote nearly 2000 years ago, they are so much brass sounding beneath the gong.
The content of my work won’t change as you look through my pages, but the intent has.
This rose was in the garden at the edge of the drive at the Palace of Seteais. If you look closely, it has some of the soil referenced in the poem. Until now, I thought it wasn’t acceptable on Redbubble, but after reading Eugenio Andrade and seeing common everyday experiences and objects elevated by him in the poetry I was studying, I was inspired to write the above poem and the soil seem…