work
Doors of Perception
| category | Painting |
| subject | Abstract |
| tags | Perception |
| base | 80 cm |
| height | 90 cm |
| depth | 3 cm |
| year | 2025 |
'Doors of Perception '
Oil on Canvas
A painting is like a window in a blind wall
"NOW"
...is that moment in which we fall into the deep end.
Holding a line of love and life in the palm of our hand.
Where one starts off with a point then follows the line… following the comprehensive wind…
As an artist, a visual artist I hold the brushes in a steady drumbeat to the canvas.
Touching the canvas, as lovers do.
Tumbling and falling into the never-ending profound blues ahead... following the burning desire to be united with the rainbow-colored tunes carried by the wind.
Songs of Freedom, songs of Ice and Fire... Songs to See...
I hold the horizon onto the tip of the brush, seeking brightness in the shades of life.
As an artist, a visual artist I read between the lines of perspective opening heart and mind to the boundaries of consciousness and perception.
Slipping through the doors of perception where time vanishes, finding a deeper awareness of the world and our place within it.
To see what cannot be heard...
A painting like a window in a blind wall.
A painting, a whisper in the wind.
A Door of Perception...
Looking twice at the empty bottle laid aside, no message can be found.
Wise words are spilled all over...
Oil on Canvas
A painting is like a window in a blind wall
"NOW"
...is that moment in which we fall into the deep end.
Holding a line of love and life in the palm of our hand.
Where one starts off with a point then follows the line… following the comprehensive wind…
As an artist, a visual artist I hold the brushes in a steady drumbeat to the canvas.
Touching the canvas, as lovers do.
Tumbling and falling into the never-ending profound blues ahead... following the burning desire to be united with the rainbow-colored tunes carried by the wind.
Songs of Freedom, songs of Ice and Fire... Songs to See...
I hold the horizon onto the tip of the brush, seeking brightness in the shades of life.
As an artist, a visual artist I read between the lines of perspective opening heart and mind to the boundaries of consciousness and perception.
Slipping through the doors of perception where time vanishes, finding a deeper awareness of the world and our place within it.
To see what cannot be heard...
A painting like a window in a blind wall.
A painting, a whisper in the wind.
A Door of Perception...
Looking twice at the empty bottle laid aside, no message can be found.
Wise words are spilled all over...
