The illusion of separateness is shattered once the realization is made that in their essence, objects have no real boundaries. Existence is a continuum.
The viewer's eye reads my paintings as fuzzy, glowing or even softly pulsing. Up close, you can see that I haven't blended the colors - I'm painting distinct lines arranged in a gradient. This image is what came to me when I set out to paint the face of the Unborn Self.
I am distilling the essence of my subject into its most basic energy pattern. Here Krishna transmits the sacred text of the Bhagavad Gita to Arjuna. It is the pattern of divine inspiration.
