It was 1975. I had spent the year at the Boston Museum School doing some very bizarre performance works. The last one included going to the North Magnetic Pole and spending all of my money.

I think that that's why artists make art - it is difficult to put into words unless you are a poet. What it takes is being open to the flow of universal creativity. The Zen artists knew this.

Love, consciousness, and creativity are the highest refinements of the cosmic evolutionary force.

It is the prayer of my innermost being to realize my supreme identity in the liberated play of consciousness, the Vast Expanse. Now is the moment, Here is the place of Liberation.

Artists are most themselves when they are out of their minds, transcending the ego skirmishes of conceptual thought, and intuitively relinquishing control to the greater Creator

Share your presence with others, no boundaries, completely, openly, lovingly. Love is what makes us alive.

The good that binds us is Love, it comes from our Soul, it flows through our center, and connects us with everything.