We are all made of the same stuff. This is the thought that echoes in my mind during meditation, during deep relaxation as I dive to the bottomless sea of my mind. You and I, and the sea, the corals, the fish. We are all one. In a state of mediation, aided by the repetitive motion and stroke of the brush, this painting was born. And why not see how the same brush stroke in numbers culminates to make that which is “all.” The same brush stroke, the same element is found in corals and the fish. We are all made of the same stuff.
acrylic and other inks, watercolor on paper