WHEN WORDS FAIL ME

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BLACK CANYON

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INTUITIVE

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THE SPACE BETWEEN WORDS

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LAKE DREAM

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LIFE IN A MOMENT

There is a time in my life, one particular afternoon, which replays often in my mind. It resonates for me as a true moment, one in which I was fully aware of my life experience. I believe it to be a cornerstone of my mental mortal self. I remember it vividly with full sensual awareness, a dream-like scene that has not diminished in my memory over the many years since.


I was 12 years old, out riding my bike; it was late afternoon just before dinner, the air was crisp, and smelled wet. I recall pausing at the top of a hill the sound of my breath made me suddenly self-aware. Not another sound to be heard but the trees, whispering. I began coasting downhill, and then peddling fast as light to hear the wind sound ruffling in my ears; it happened so fast. The color of the sunlight, the sound of the air, my body, all became a lifetime in a moment. A split-second half-moment blink of an eye. My spirit soared with exhilaration! I stopped to look again, all I heard were the trees whispering. My skin shivered.


Standing there astride my bike in fall afternoon light, for the first time, I considered that autumn angle the Sun recedes to after the high-noon heat of summer. It was glowing, golden-amber and soft; the kind of light that warms your face yet shivers your shadow-side. I recall an exquisite feeling of timelessness, a touch of the sublime, an ancient touch stinging my senses and cementing the moment in my life-memory. It was eternity in a breath.


I lived what I felt was the true meaning of life in that autumn moment. Before I’d coasted all the way home I realized I had experienced something unique and I had to go back and ride that same route again, once, twice, faster, slower. Experience it again. See it again. Feel it again. Nothing. All a mere shadow of what had happened before. It was not a clearly recognizable thing that one can grasp and hold on to that I had experienced. But I have never forgotten that afternoon.


In the years since I have sensed similar moments, most often when I’m out painting, considering a scene, watching light move and colors vibrate. Listening to trees and the sounds of life. Comparable moments for sure, and each of them has put me back on my bike that golden afternoon resulting in an emotional flood that wells in my chest and eyes, and that one instant breath!

MP: 678 MONTHS

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PORTRAIT OF THE ARTIST AT 55

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HILL

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​​​VerBurg Studio

I.RED.AT.

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RACHEL'S MARTINI

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BLACK MOON MESA

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AFTERMATH

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AFTERLIFE

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UNDER THE INFLUENCE

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