In your hands winter is a book with cloud pages that snow pearls of love.

What can bombs know of the illuminated fields so golden with heaven in your heart’s sacred lands?

And now we step to the rhythm of miracles. --from The Light, That Never Dies

Art gives its vision to beauty not always recognized. And it surrenders freely -- whatever power it possesses to every sincere soul that seeks it. But above all else--it presents us with the gift of ourselves.

To create art with all the passion in one's soul is to live art with all the beauty in one's heart.

Everywhere we shine death and life burn into something new.

As goes love so goes life.