This is a slow blog, written with many gaps of time. And yet trailing through, like a silver thread is the heart and soul of an artist always striving to look a little closer, a little deeper and to be honest and open.

In my Masters thesis, I began my work with a quote from Plato:

"Time is a reality, flowing apart from the events filling in."

I sometimes feel like "TIME" itself; flowing apart from the events filling it.
Am I a feather on the breeze or the breeze itself? If I am the breeze, am I unaware that I am moving and think that it is the feather that is moving? What is the continuum from moment to moment, breath to breath, lifetime to lifetime?

I come back to Plato:
"Time is a reality flowing apart from the Events filling it."