My art, whether it be expressed in metal, paint, plantings, or the written word, reflects the eclectic nature of my being. It has evolved as my being has flowed from one influence to another, through, and back again and again, not to the starting point, but to the source of its creation. It stems from the creative imagination, the imaginal. It is schizophrenic. It is true to itself. It is true to the uncreated creator. It is natural. It reflects the mind, heart, soul, and spirit of the being through whom it channels. It is now, more than ever before, about love. It reflects what the sacred Trinity has allowed me to move toward. It is always on the extreme edge of the threshold of the next level. It is nothing superior or inferior. It is not to be judged. It is to be enjoyed. It is to be inspired, perhaps even to inspire. It is exactly what it appears to be. It is an expression of love for people and their growth, joy, and truth while reaching for a higher plain. It is an expression of love for nature as it evolves though the manifestations of the Source. It is an expression of love for the Presence, for the Now, for the One who creates consciousness, awareness and salvation for the living being. It is a reflection of what is, of simple truth, of given grace, pure unconditional love, hope, joy, all the free gifts from the overflowing abundance of our Lord. My art is not my art at all. God’s art, in which He allows me participate, to practice my hand at fulfilling, is just that, creations of which I am blessed to be a part. It is as much without me as with me. It is a blessing, a gift with which we are to walk forth and share. It is my part of the Good News.