Wings. Acrylic, 30″x40″

But it is sometimes just at the moment when we think that everything is lost that the intimation arrives which may save us; one has knocked on the doors which lead nowhere, and then one stumbles without knowing it on the only door through which one can enter—which one might have sought in vain for a hundred years—and it opens on its own accord. —Proust, In Search of Lost Time.

“Contemplating the mystery”

Contemplating the mystery”.  Acrylic. 36″x48″

A day spent without the sight or sound of beauty, the contemplation of mystery, or the search of truth or perfection is a poverty-stricken day; and a succession of such days is fatal the soul.

Un día que pasa sin apreciar la visualidad y el sonido de la belleza, sin la contemplación del misterio, o sin la búsqueda de la verdad o la perfección es un dia desperdiciado, y una sucesión de esos días puede ser fatal para el alma.