Finding ourselves in these bodies and the awareness of being alive.

Round and round, and up and down we go.

Sometimes triumphant.

Sometimes suffering.

And sometimes praying for release from it all.

Where can peace be found when all outward pursuits lead to unretainable ecstasies?

“Unretainable Ecstasy”, 48 1/2" x 33" x 2", acrylic on hand carved basswood,1999