For years I painted things: pots, people, trees, flowers. Reality. I looked at the world around me and tried to capture it on a page. I studied and I practiced, and eventually I felt I had a pretty good handle on my understanding of the physical world.

But what about the invisible world? What about love, joy and peace? Don’t they often feel more real than physical reality? We can’t see love or locate it in space. We know the grandeur of joy, but we can’t wrap our arms around it. Peace feels like the unshakable ground beneath our feet, but where is its surface?

Now, my gaze is directed inward. Now, I’m exploring ways to give form to my invisible reality. What is the molecular structure of peace? What is the architecture of quiet? What is thought...really?