This was a title to an exhibit I did a little over five years ago. Something that came to me not by randomness but because I drew it to me for a need to explain. Explain what. That is the question. Why is it so necessary to explain anything. Why can't things just be there own existence in the moment that it is and to experience it without words. Words get in the way of letting yourself go in to that experience.
I ask anyone out there if they think they have the ability to explain the piece I am putting on here in words what experience I went thru to be able to draw what I did, then so be it.
