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The following are answers I provided to a written interview a couple of years ago...
What type of art style is your favorite and why?
My favorite style is abstract, as it can contain everything within its boundaries, which is to say that it is unlimited. It can be anything, have any form, there are no rules. Art's function and purpose is to act as a doorway or window into the heart and soul of another. Abstract art allows for an artist to be completely free of any rules, to express themselves in the wordless certainty of their expression without any thought for whether or not they’re feeling that any particular work is "right" or "appropriate" or "in genre".
What’s your favorite art work that you've done and why?
My favorite work that I've created is called "Layers of Rhythms". To me, it looks like music in physical form, or rather what a bar of music might look like if it was represented in art. The different layers and their positions relative to each other look like the different instruments that one might hear in a symphony or a jazz piece. Pounding percussion. Lilting flutes. Blasting trumpets... each layer having its own life but also harmonizing with the whole to create something much larger and grander than the sum of their parts.
What superpower would you have and why?
I'd like to be able to read people's minds, not so I could spy on them, but so that I could understand what their egos are telling them at any particular time so that I could help them to understand that the ego is just a fear-based illusion, and that only Love is actually Real. Sometimes when I talk to people, I inadvertently cause an ego-based reaction and I'd like to be able to avoid that, so I can provide the most help to them that’s possible for them to accept at that time.
Why do you do what you do?
I do what I do, creating art, writing and trying to help others as it helped me enormously to climb out of a long period of depression and because now that I'm capable of knowing that nothing that my ego tells me is ever true, I want nothing more than to help others to find the same freedom from pain and suffering as I know how much it hurts and I know that it does not have to be this way. Through offering beautiful art that comes straight from my own heart, I hope to be able to touch their hearts to whatever extent they allow. I want to save the world, but I know that everyone must save themselves. So I try to be the beam of Love that flies directly into the unknowable. I know that no one may stand with me, but I also know that they will follow the path that I chart back to Truth and back to Love.
What do you like about your work?
I like that I have no idea when I start to paint what it will look like when I'm done. I just let the Universe flow through me and whatever comes out that day is what I'm to give birth to. It might seem strange for a grown man to speak about giving birth, but I feel that I do when I paint. I just open my mind and the work flows. Then I arrange the layers, sometimes a dozen or more, until it feels right. Then it's done.
Name something you love and why?
I love myself. Not in a selfish way. Not greedy, give me everything I want, I'm a big baller and I should be respected. I love me because I’m unique, just the way that I was created. I'm happy to be me and to do what I do. I can't be anyone else, and they can't be me. So I don't want to compare anymore, I just want to be who I am and I really hope that others can be who they are, as I can't know anything about who they are until they are ready to share their unique Light with the world. I love myself completely, and as a result I love everyone, all of them, totally. They are all awesome. Many of them just don't know it yet, but I know they are. I've looked all the way to the bottom of my heart and I found only Love was there. So, there is only Love in their hearts. They have just layered a lot of illusions on top. No matter. They will remember one day, and until then, I will offer them only Love as that is what they are.
Art is how I record a little piece of my heart on the page. Words, painting, etc... just little semi-permanent chunks of me, splayed out on the page for temporary observation. My heart is an ocean. It’s infinite. In 100 years I won't have time to record all of it in the form of art, but it's a good start I've made and I'm sure there will be more to come. Art is... pure. Pure expression, wordless wonder at the depth and breadth of all that we are, have always been and always will be. Art represents a little part of all that is in a way that does not require participation, it just requires acceptance. This is pure, a way to see into the heart of another without any judgment, just accepting them as they are and as they create art with no desire to feel that they should be any other way. Art bridges souls that would otherwise be divided because of the lies and illusions of comparison that the ego insists must be real.
Do you sometimes pursue themes in your art?
No, actually they pursue me. They ask to be born, they want to live, they come to find me as they know that I have hands and they do not. My hands become instruments through which the Universe can channel whatever is best for me to express, whatever I’m capable at that time of expressing. Ideas have lives. They have lifetimes, they live, they die, they are born and they are buried. Ideas want to get out, to be heard, to be known, to be enjoyed. So they look for people who are open to what the idea is most in alignment with, and then they come to that person, like a little child, tugging at their pant leg, asking to be picked up, held and loved and played with. This is good. Not everyone is ready to play. But those that are will find many friends in ideas.
How do you work?
First, I pray. I ask God to help me, I say “you know why I work.” That is enough. I work to help just one person realize to even the most tiny extent that every day of life is absolutely beautiful and wondrous to an extent that it can’t be known, it must be experienced. I almost lost myself to depression. To get out of that I started painting. I did not paint for me. I painted so that one person, somewhere, might know through seeing one of my paintings that life is good and there is always so much to live for. I wanted to help. In asking to help with no desire for return or recognition, I aligned perfectly with the Will of God, a Spirit who only wants to help the Children of God know that they are Loved, infinitely and completely. That they are forever Safe. That no harm can befall them. All minds are inviolate. No mind can attack another. But for very long, I did not know this was True. So I suffered. I pulled myself out of a long depression by giving to others with all that I had to give. By doing so, I healed as well. I just started swirling colors together until it felt right, until the layers blended in a way that said “I’m done. This is me. Here I am. Thank you for giving birth to me.” That was all that was needed. My paintings are already formed and perfect. They already know themselves. They just needed physical hands to be born through. They are not my art. They are the Art of the Universe, and I am but a happy conduit through which they can emerge and be known. This is good. Very, very good.
What art do you most identify with?
I identify with all art that speaks. Not in words but in the silent language of the Soul. Art that takes you to the heart of the artist, art that is their very blood spilled upon the page and swirled around with all the glory and Light of creation Itself. This is pure art, art created not for amusement or consideration or praise or fame or glory. Art that is created because it wants to be here. Art that takes me to the place that the artist was when they created the art. This can come in a great many forms. There are no limits to this type of art. When you see it, you know it’s real. Art that brings you to your knees with the power of its own complete expression of the heart that loved and lived and created art for the sake of art, not for any reason other than to create art is all the reward that any artist needs. Art that sings, that cries, that loves and lives and flows out upon the page or the canvas just as it wanted to be at that time, with no regard for what anyone else might think, what they might take away or what they might believe the art should be. To express yourself, to give freely to everyone with no reason other than that you must, that you have to, that you cannot live without creating again and again… this is the beauty of art.