Bring to Life the Master Piece within. An Ode to Ernst Fuchs))))*

Today there is a show going on in Vienna in district 10:10-- It was there I spent one of the favorite moments of my life.

I felt like a child whose dreams where realized.  I wanted to grow up and be just like this.  I was in love with art the way one should be: deeply & completely.


To see Ernst Fuchs Villa, to watch him paint christ deep into the night.  I watch the magic of creation flowing like nigra falls from a man whose body was frail and worn so that you may think only a trickle of creation would find its way through his tired and worn views-- rather the rushing continued to plus from him in a way that there is no question that the spirit of creation was so alive in this man that he may have been a five year old boy or a teenager in love for the first time.

it was a perfect reflection of life in its wholeness- not just one range of the spectrum but as close to the whole thing as I have ever found: celebrated was the perverse and the profound, that of this world and that of the next and another beyond that.



There where hyper colors, stained glass, molded gold, humble pencil:: every medium had ben explored, every truth had been turned on its side like rocks turned looking for that one hidden key-- that one truth he was born to share.

What a profound and power-filled artist.


I strive each day to live more and more, to stretch further in the spectrum of our understandings.

Splash color across everything...

This is an ode to all beings brave enough to illustrate the profound workings of creativity.


With special thanks to Amanda Sage for inviting us into the realm where surrealism and the 3-d world become one.  If you are in Vienna you must make your way to this epicenter of bold brilliance.



May you be so inspired as to create until your last breath as Fuchs was....  long live the eternal.

From the Heart of the EARTh

Then there is the embodiment of something much deeper & greater: the wise woman who runs wild in the night, finding nature within, adored with the all seeing eye.  Her heART lined with eyes, for we see everything through the magnetic fields:

A fascinating synthesis of ancient wisdom, modern medicine, scientific research, and personal experiences that proves that the human heart, not the brain, holds the secrets that link body, mind, and spirit.

You know that the heart loves and feels, but did you know that the heart also thinks, remembers, communicates with other hearts, helps regulate immunity, and contains stored information that continually pulses through your body?

Maria was standing deep in the middle of Salt Minds outside of Bogota.  We had been working on the painting of her body all day and then traveled into the mountains and deep into the center of the eARTh.  In the middle of the darkness I see all these people walking into the frame of the picture.  I wanted to stop and stare but instead I continued shooting.  Then I realized it was a tour of nuns and they where for the most part horrified.  It was a test of faith.  How to love your naked sisters, how does the spirit move through each of these women.  Where is the balance & the embracing of the holly woman who is also visceral...

I am here to expose that space-- that knowing that both are truth, both are within you, within me, within the nuns and the painted ones.

May you be free to embrace the ripening of life.  Free to live as any and every woman.

Go then to the edge of reality, There to suspend belief, 

Enter into the realm of spirit, As above then so beneath.

Disregard all conventions, Contempt for all taboo, Nothing should cause a turn of head, 

When it comes from you.

See beyond the simple flesh, Til there nothing is hidden, 

pen your ears to deepest secrets, 

Let truths emerge unbidden.

Ignore your given genitalia, Forget your gender role, Both exist deep inside you, 

Entwined within your soul.

Where the man will be a woman, The woman will be a man, 

Therein, a path to liberation, Beyond any wildest dreams, Grab that freedom as a gift, 

For life is never what it seems.we are living in a world of paradox.  there is so much strength moving against the tides of weakness.  So much lust disguised as love. 

 So many desires unfold as we strive for outer perfection.