Slowly I am finding my way to the other side of aware existence, traveling over a visually illusive creatively inviting bridge, that illusory connection between two realms. I clutch my clear-sighted all seeing insightful camera holding it firmly to my breast. As I progress into the realm of intuitively, inwardly inspired, moving revelation, and try to awaken inside of my reasoning an understanding of those fleeting moments of insight. In the process I am letting go of the plain sight of our Van Diemen's land (a land mythically inhabited by demons and devils), progressing through the darkened tunnel harboring the insightful inner vision that connects our material reality to its authentic self awareness.

These images are spiritually gestational compositions captured and sent back from inside my life. They are a visual poetry of my yearning possibilities, flowing fluid movements of inmost vision, containing an ephemeral illusive quality. A celebration of those illusive magical moments that can be felt inside, but are scarcely seen consequences of overpowering emotion, scattered about like half remembered thoughts. Or perhaps those half forgotten dreams of eternal maternal womb like bliss. Caught and trapped there forever at the interface between our reality and those metaphysical insights, that would flow forth out of any aware sentient organic cosmic life-force if given the chance and freedom to do so.