Havana Nights

Wonderful thing about Asheville now is that you have the world at your fingertips - Havana, Jerusalem, Thailand, but we're still in the same beautiful place we grew up in. There's nothing better than the reflection of lights from the colorful windows. And music. And the streak of car lights. I know I'm not in Havana, but the other day when I passed by, I saw Havana's owner, I think, on the street corner laughing and talking to a hot dog car vendor. For a moment, I felt like I was in Havana.

The Wow of Clouds

Transcendence is supposed to be this big event, perhaps occurring in meditation or in some ashram. But for me the most amazing moments happen sitting on the porch or walking out of Ingles. Last night, we walked out of the Ingles on Tunnel Road and this display of beauty in color and light took my breath away.

Too often I have squandered the beauty of nature - either totally ignoring it or treating it like a backdrop to my life. But doesn't nature ignore me? And even if I exist for nature, am I not secondary to its mighty show of glory and force. If I drink in Nature, I feel peace, sometimes distress, sometimes indescribable joy but always alive.

Contact the artist for available prints, cards and canvas gallery wraps