There Comes A Time

There comes a moment in life when things move beyond your control—when the only choice is to let go and cross over. In painting, as in music, that crossing is exhilarating. You are no longer directing; you become the conduit.

What first appears is beauty, then strangeness, and finally a quiet clarity—the sense of a mission, a quest. It’s beyond anything you imagined, yet it is the sum of all that you are, and something more. Every style, every approach you’ve ever explored is released, allowed to work together in a kind of quiet magic.

Once you arrive and truly step on board, the thrill never stops. The work deepens. The meaning grows richer, more revealing with time. And the spirit—whatever name you give it—arrives only when it chooses, never when you demand it.

It sounds crazy.
But it’s true.