acrylic on textured board
What we call “I” is just a swinging door
which moves when we inhale and when we exhale.
It just moves; that is all.
When your mind is pure and calm enough to follow this movement, there is nothing:
no “I,” no world, no mind nor body; just a swinging door.
– Shunryu Suzuki
light-reflective acrylic pigments, textured canvas
Practice an art for love and the happiness of your life –
you will find it outlasts almost everything but breath.
– Katherine Anne Porter
acrylic paint, textured canvas, breath-strokes
Something inside me has reached to the place
where the world is breathing.
acrylic paint, light-reflective pigment, crushed silk tissue, card
breathscribe series: Ojai breathing
1560 x 1530
acrylic on textured loose canvas
The breathscribe series was the focus of my studio practice while I was a summer school tutor at Oak Grove School in Ojai, California.
Unfortunately most of the work completed during that sylvan summer was auctioned at a fundraising fair for the school before being documented.
This large piece, begun beneath Californian summer skies, stayed with me. It came to Australia and was completed there, in this beautiful hand-crafted Japanese retreat in the rainforest near Byron Bay. I love the way it looks so at-home in the tokonoma.
There is one way of breathing that is shameful and constricted.
Then, there’s another way:
a breath of love that takes you all the way to infinity.
my brush is my suijo
how many ways can you draw quiet?