1955 -?
I ought to be dead: my head bones were broken in 1974, but God returned me to life after some walk on the edge of the death. So my pictures are my meditation in color that frees me from my disability by pointing to God. Creativity make the sick the rich with joy to welcome the light.
The spiritual healing starts as we recognize ourselves in others. The depth of the steps we leave in life is defined by our love one to other.



