Breeze rustling through leaves is music ... the paths leading to and through this grove are well worn...what is beyond can only be imagined... we pause...the moment illuminates outer connecting to inner paths chosen and contemplated... no straight lines...weaving living experience into lifes fabric ... ... Painting on linen awakens an earthly connection ... as I stretch the linen over wood... the texture and natural perfume from the flax plant releases subtle non verbal qualities... that ...given time and paint express these optical illusions...