I took these photos just moments before I received news of my father's passing, and my life changed. Even in death he held the well-being of his family in his highest regard. To hear this news whilst immersed in the spectacular landscape of Yellowstone National Park was an immense gift. I am in his deepest gratitude. As I witnessed the sun set behind the horizon, the steaming geysers evaporate and begin their climb towards the heavens, I felt like I was witnessing my father's spirit. Death is not a morbid thought. Death is a great teacher. Life is precious. Life is brief. Suspended between heaven and earth, the ethereal and the solid, imagination and reality - an endless cycle of sublimation and deposition of matter.
This blog was created to share my belief that the art-making process is a catalyst for transformation and personal empowerment. I am living proof.