The spiritual healing by the fine arts starts with the recognition of oneself in other
I ought to be dead: my head bones were broken in 1974, but Godreturned 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 rich with joy to welcome the light.
Our love one to other defines the depth of the steps we leave.