Here the soul is crying into the light and the wonderment before the eyes.The endless vast panorama that is the garden of Eden lay before us just because in this modern world we paved it over and built bomb factories and energy , planet consuming devices does not mean the Garden has gone. It is still the Garden. There are steps that lead down as life can offer us little in many ways yet the flying Unicorn offers a way over the wall before him. Down below a raft of lost souls float endlessly on the sea that man has made walled off from the landscape. In the foreground behind the soul who seeks, with their back turned to the light are the impresarios of religion the bishops and the popes and the men who wail at the wall banging their heads against it, they are almost hidden in the right corner of the print. The hanging sign above the panorama reads "Freedom is as men do see it, Truth is this of freedom. No Judge will ever feel it"
The vision is of the seeker who wants a way out of the chaos that goes round and round like an endless raft. The Popes and Bishops who hide their priests and clergy sinners and Wailing Wall enthusiasts who ask for money and treat the others who live beside them as dogs or worse,  who demand endless ritual in order to save us. They have their backs to God and indeed are clothed only in hypocrisy and show little or none at all of a true spirituality. Perhaps we need a new religion in this world, one of peace and love and equality of all as the old ones seem not to have worked. The clean, clearness of a child's mind would see the Unicorn for it flies before us all. We only need to choose the light and turn our backs on the emptiness of the churches and empty worded hypocrites, who burned women, who defiled endlessly and who carry large scrolls repeating their saviors name over and over, yet do unspeakable horrors to the other children. If people could choose light and peace there would be no war how simple is that? No judge will see this simple fact for by judging others we judge ourselves and feel always apart and different. Our hearts desire to feel at one and joined for apartness is a soul-sickness. The picture speaks.

behind the veil

There we are, the real woman behind man's laws. The beauty of the feminine softness and the same woman behind the man ordained veil of control. See she has hair, lips and skin and breasts, God gave them to her and men ordered her to hide them and then further allowed no movement without permission, are these not chains? We are all just children of God, of Nature or what ever we wish to name the infinite mystery that we all find ourselves in. Why would we hide from others who are our equal. I put my vote in as an artist to free all woman from the chains of men and these ancient laws. They are not from God or we would all be born with a cloth over us, and the same for all other ritual demanding dress codes. They only end up keeping us apart from others and this is actually the last thing we want. If I could give the world anything by pictures or simply by a gift I would give them the knowledge that they are not different, alone or need to fear. If anyone can relate then let the bound ones on our planet know they can walk free in the sun without small curls hanging from their sideburns and mandatory little hats or large black ones , or that they must grow their hair forever, or that they must see the beauty of Mother Natures creation through criss crossed bars of woven cloth or hidden from the feel of fresh air. All the beings on this planet which is the garden of Eden have a right to feel God's breath, mother Natures wish, the warm fresh air on our skin. We are free and clean and all deserve to walk tall and have equality as out hearts greatest feeling. The crushing oppression of those who call themselves "holy" yet speak with a forked tongue, saying one thing yet doing another is one of the greatest detriments to world peace. Yet few among us can live with the real truths of this fact. The religious zealots who scream we are correct and you are not. If only all these people could see themselves women and men standing on the hillside in a green day with the warmrth blowing over them, the breath of equality and freedom. Equality will be our salvation one day. The artist speaks.