“Boat People”, 22" x 48" x 3", acrylic on hand carved basswood

Each self seems ultimately alone.  We travel up and down in life, through a perspective made out of fear, desire and every other aspect generated from our grasping at self.  Hardly anyone remembers the treasure that fell overboard. It sank into darkness and became lost to all.  Now, there are few alive that remember such things.  Yet, once in a great while, a person newly returned from some extraordinary ordeal, will speak of something wonderful in the darkness.  Something so glorious and transcendent of explanation, that the mere allusion to it could quicken the crustiest heart.  !Caution to those who would seek this bounty!  For their ego, in an attempt to protect its own existence, will rise up, and with a prodigious force, shark attack their ass.