My hand is made of stars, as it reaches out from a background filled with the stars it came from.
Soon after completing this artwork my laptop and a mug of coffee tried to share the same point in the spacetime continuum, obliterating my only folder with the working files, leaving me with this single low-res copy.
I’m so grateful for small mercies!
Since May 15, 2017
These atoms through which I now see are ancient, once they may have been the very ground on which we weave our paths, and now my energy gives thought, voice and sight to the rocks.
It is the Universe which now writes about itself, it is the energy of the Universe that is alive, not 'me'.
I am a centre of cosmic activity, a disturbance in the quantum foam where mind meets matter.
I am a doorway to multi-dimensions, through me the planet thinks and deludes itself with sleepy ignorance and illusions of separatism.
But evolution does not stop, and like water to water, the pools of thought slowly reach out finding each other, and an awakening begins.
I am the Temple of Spirit, where worship is paradox.
I am Nature, nothing is outside of Me.
I am the Universe looking back at itself, becoming self-aware.