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The Moment of Recognition
72” x 72”
Before her eyes ever met mine, something in me had already been struck.
I saw her. My body recognized something both deep and radiant in her from across the courtyard. I felt an unignorable current move through me and, truly inspired, I wrote a poem. I noticed the car she had gone to and I tucked that poem under the windshield wiper of her car before we had spoken a word.
Three hours later, our eyes finally met.
My heart did not gently open.
It broke open the way the sky opens to let out thunder and lightning and heavy rain. Tears poured out of my eyes like rivers as I walked toward her. Something in me knew. That moment was the recognition moment that led through almost 2 decades as husband and wife.
The same full bodied recognition happened with other significant relationships in my life.
I have spoken about this with many people in happy marriages. This quality of recognition happened inside Chuck and Lency… Spirit and Sunow… John and Nancy… and countless other thriving couples I have met throughout my life.
John sat down in a restaurant, saw the waitress, and told his friend he was going to marry her before he had ever said a single word to her. They have been married for more than three decades. Chuck walked outside minutes after meeting Lency and looked up at the sky and said “God, if you want me to marry, make it someone like this.”
That is the quality of heart opening, soul stirring, life changing recognition this painting reverberates with.
The moment his eyes meet hers and both of their lives are both suddenly, and irreversibly, in danger of becoming true. The moment her soul feels him, and somehow knows him, before she has even spoken to him. The moment his heart, his breath, his loins, his future… all get lit up by one undeniable, passion igniting, lightning strike.
This painting resonates like a symphony of awakening to something deeper and more substantial than attraction and says:
I can’t wait to marry you the way we actually already are married in truth. In breath. In recognition that your life will be forever different after this.
For me, the painting holds blue the when the sky holds infinite possibilities …and recognition feels the possibility that uniquely, and inherently, got your name on it..The white is your soul and spirit, your nervous system and their nervous system, dancing, somehow so explicitly, to the same music. The violet is the mystery of the unexplainable serendipity of that moment of union and communion. The greens and golds are Love and Magic… Life itself meeting and blending with what it recognizes and dearly loves.
The most powerful currents that move through both your body and the universe are at play here. Two presences. One unified presence Touching and merging and becoming a synergy far more than two.
“The Moment of Recognition” is about the instant when love enters the body before the mind has anything to say about it. And it can happen over and over and over throughout the span of the relationship.
Your fire recognizes their fire. Your soul answers theirs. Your ordinary world splits open and something true in both of you whispers:
There you are.
Oh my God, yes!
Infinite Love
60” x 48” — Mixed Media on Canvas
I haven’t always been able — or willing — to be loving. There have been times when I have felt so lost, lonely, and heartbroken I felt like I couldn’t go on.
Sometimes I’m full of anger, rage, resentment, or blame. Even though I know I’m only ever truly happy and fulfilled when I’m loving, I still get hooked by what’s happening (or not happening) in my life. I want things to change before I’m willing to let myself be happy.
Fortunately for me, I have extraordinary friends who meet me — and keep meeting me — decade after decade, with boundless love and unwavering kindness every time I lose a sight of the Grace filled way. Their infinite love, offered to me again and again in the places where I have no love or willingness to love myself or others, is the most precious gift I’ve ever received. Their consistency, humor, and lighthearted devotion to my life and well-being hasn’t just helped me out of every hell I’ve ever been in; they have literally saved my life and given me life, over and over and over again.
This painting is a meditation on, and an offering of gratitude to, what becomes possible when someone gives everything and holds nothing back.
Maybe this is what happens inside our soul when we are loved like this:
A vertical current rises through the center touching the places inside me that are hurting or afraid with a column of living light. Palpable energies of Mercy and healing meeting, intertwining, merging, becoming something larger than either could be alone. The luminous forms stretch upward and downward, suggesting both root and crown, the primal and the divine, the body and the infinite realms beyond. Every motion returns to the center — the heart — where it is nourished and replenished.
Perhaps this is the architecture of love when give it permission to touch us and change changes with its full height, full width, and full depth.
It is my experience that inside this central union, a visceral ignition occurs inside the parts of me that are upset and hurting.
Color bursts like a cosmic baptism — turquoise, sapphire, emerald, gold, fire-orange — the palette of a soul awakening. These eruptions are liberating and life-giving. They aren’t chaotic; they’re ecstatic. They echo what happens inside us when resistance dissolves, when the heart stops bracing for impact and begins giving way to triumph.
Every texture, every shimmering layer, carries the imprint of surrender:
the letting go, the opening wider, the moment the body remembers that raw authenticity, pleasure, and divinity are not opposites but reflections of the truest expression of who we are — our goodness, our truth, our beauty, so often forgotten.
For me, this piece asks the viewer:
What happens when we let Love take us all the way back to our center? Back to what really matters? Back to what makes us happy?
What becomes of us when we offer our full yes — not just to the heart, soul, breath, and desire, but also to the messy parts we fear no one could ever love?
Perhaps the answer is here, in the shape of infinity:
Two forces meeting with such wholehearted devotion that they become one trembling river, one rising flame, one continuous loop of giving and receiving… without end.
For me, this isn’t a painting about love as an idea.
It is love as a living, breathing experience — in the body, in the heart, in the being.
Love as awakening.
Love as kindness.
Love as freedom.
Love as a force that transforms everything it touches
into something truly worth living for.
Soul and Spirit
96” x 48”
There is a primal and primordial Magic that occurs when our Soul meets Spirit, and Spirit enters our Soul. This is the sacred, the holy, entering the body, the blood, the bones… the Earth of our being.
There is a subtle energetic alchemy that occurs when that happens in our own body, and that is amplified when we allow that merging and blending to occur with another beloved human being.
If you look softly into the center of this painting, you will see the essence of a couple holding each other. This painting feels like the field… the energetic substance that occurs through connection, trust building, vulnerability, exposure, tenderness, devotion, and commitment to building something sacred in the field between you and your Beloved.
The canvas is alive with swirling layers of deep blues, vibrant purples, luminous golds, and fiery reds. Energetic strokes rise upward like kundalini awakening, while soft forms emerge from the center — two beings entwined in sacred union. Light pours through the composition as if Spirit itself is descending and infusing the physical. The painting doesn’t just depict a moment — it transmits the felt experience of Soul and Spirit dancing together, both within the individual and between two lovers.
This is the holy meeting place where personal awakening becomes shared awakening. Where the boundaries soften, the heart opens wide, and something greater than either person alone begins to live through both.
“Soul and Spirit” is both a painting and a prayer:
May we all experience this sacred merging.
May we allow Spirit to fully enter our Soul.
And may we find the beloved who is willing to meet us there — in the field of trust, tenderness, and ecstatic devotion.
The Holy Opening
48” x 36”
For me, this painting is the embodiment of healing and purification, nurturing, and renewal.
It feels like the moment something old is washed out of the body… gracefully, lovingly, and powerfully … because new life has arrived with the merciful power to move through what was stagnant, wounded, or afraid.
There is a yoni-like opening in this painting. I feel life giving power of it strongly and beautifully. Not in a crude way. In the ancient way of knowing that this is how each of us was blessed with the chance to be who we are.
The sacred feminine as portal.
The holy cleft.
The place life enters.
The place life comes through.
The place we return to when we are ready to be remade.
The deep purples feel like mystery, depth, night, and the unknown.
The turquoise and greens feel like living water… cleansing, renewing, moving through the body like medicine.
The gold feels like the treasure hidden inside the opening. The light we do not always see until we are willing to enter the mystery.
And in the center, there is a glimpse of the universe.
Stars.
Cells.
Seeds.
Possibility.
New worlds forming inside the dark.
This painting feels like the body remembering that the same intelligence that creates galaxies also creates healing… also created us.
That the same force that opens flowers, wombs, tides, and stars opens us too.
There is movement here that feels both cosmic and deeply bodily.
A rushing.
A cleansing.
A birth.
A return.
It feels like being carried through a sacred passage where what no longer belongs is washed away, and what is ready to live begins to glow.
“The Holy Opening” is a prayer for renewal. May what is stagnant in me be cleansed. May what is wounded in me be touched by living water. May what is ready to be born in me find its way through.
May we remember that new life often comes through the most mysterious and powerful openings.
Where Heaven Enters the Wound
48” x 36”
When I am brave enough to turn toward the places inside me that feel too painful to face, I discover where my wounds become doorways.
This painting feels like that place… the place where heaven enters the wound.
It is about finding the gold in ourselves, even when that feels impossible.
It is about discovering goodness, truth, and beauty inside the parts of being human that ache, burn, break, and bring us to our knees.
For people like me, being human can be a lot.
The longing.
The grief.
The terror.
The old places that still hurt like hell.
The parts of us I am tempted to hide, judge, fix, abandon, or cover with something prettier.
This painting does not feel like a pretty picture to me.
It feels raw.
Authentic.
Primal.
Primordial.
It feels like earth and flesh, canyon walls and old grief, bronze, rust, ochre, gold, and the lived history of the body.
Then that turquoise river of light pours down through the center like the revitalizing waters of spring.
In my experience, Spirit does not stay above my wounds. It finds the cracks. It finds the place that hurts.
It enters.
The central blue and violet shape feels like a shadow-body, a kneeling figure, an inner chamber opening. Something in the human self is being undone and remade.
There is a cross-like movement in the painting too.
Heaven descending.
Earth opening.
A body touched by grace in the exact place it thought it was too broken to be loved.
That is what moves me here.
The wound does not disappear… it becomes a doorway to greater life, joy, healing, and love.
The pain inside us does not make us less holy. Less lovable. Less beautiful.
It becomes the place where the sacred can finally enter our blood, our bones, our breath… the earth of who we truly are.
This painting is not pretending the human journey is easy. It is about the divine moving through the real thing.
The agony.
The beauty.
The dirt.
The gold.
The fire.
The tenderness with feet in the mud.
It is a prayer for the part of us that still wonders whether anything beautiful can come from what hurt so much.
Yes.
Gold can be found here.
Light can enter here.
Love meets us here.
The Perfect Pair
60” x 24”
So much about life feels happier, sweeter, and more complete when we are in pairs… wrapped around each other, offering our sweetness, opening all the gifts and treasures that can only happen when two come together as one.
This painting celebrates that beautiful union. Two pears rest intimately held against one another. Their forms gently touching, holding each other, perfectly complementary. Rich, sensual reds and warm golds glow against a deep, textured background, as if the very act of being together brings out their deepest ripeness and beauty. The brushwork is lush and alive, capturing the soft curves, the shared warmth, and the quiet strength that comes from choosing to grow side by side.
For me, this is more than still life. It is a visual prayer for conscious relationship. The kind where two beings choose to support each other’s fullness, to share their sweetness freely, and to work together for their common good. It reminds us that the greatest joy rarely come from standing alone, but from the tender, powerful act of pairing…heart to heart, body to body, life to life.
The perfect pair isn’t about perfection.
It’s about presence.
It’s about choosing each other again and again.
It’s about the simple, profound magic that happens when two become more together than they could ever be apart.
May this painting remind you of the sweetness that waits when we open to real partnership…the kind that nourishes, celebrates, and lifts both souls higher.
The Flower That Healed the World
The velvety sensation of open petals. The fragrance of Heaven. The soft curves of this opening is like no other opening. For me this flower is the energetic symbology of what it feels like in my nervous system and my entire body and being when I am fully welcomed into the most sacred center of a woman’s body and being. It’s not an idea. When offered with love and generosity this is the most visceral, powerful and trustworthy experience of being truly home, vital alive, and undeniably connected.
Here rose petals open the way a woman opens when she is not persuading, not appeasing, not withholding — but choosing, claiming, drawing me into the full vulnerability and power of her undefended soul. Their curves of her opening hold the warm of true welcome, the kind that does not flatter or perform, the kind that bravely says: I invite you deeply inside what I protect most.
At the center of this flower is not softness alone, but daring willingness to be undone when met by the light of love in the heat of the day. This is the place that does not open to force. It opens to presence. It opens to truth. It opens when love is trustworthy enough to allow change to move through the entire body for way, warm wind, and water and sound, and lightning moves through the sky.
For me, this opening is not merely pleasure. It touches the deepest part of my soul and the most sacred center of my heart. It changes me. It is a homecoming. It is the moment when effort dissolves into surrender and something ancient inside of me finally comes to rests. Inside this welcome, the man I am no longer needs to prove himself. I am desired, held, contained, and trusted — and in that trust, I remember, valued, and cared for as I truly am. There is an inherent masculine power, freedom, integrity, and dignity in this that cannot be experienced any other way.
For a woman, offering this opening with vulnerability, trust and enthusiasm co is the most courageous form of surrender there is. It is sovereignty. It is the act of allowing the full power of life to move through her without holding back anything. When she opens from this place, teal love evolves to more than intense sensation. Emotion becomes whole. Life becomes real. Openness becomes embodied warmth, depth, and generosity.
A woman’s flower heals because it restores and nurtures please shut up what hurts inside is,
and nourishes every millimeter of distance between power and tenderness. A woman’s Yoni teaches the world that true strength does not conquer … It welcomes, it receives and is received. Her flower reminds the world that love does not enter through domination, but through generous receptivity that is alive, deliberate, and whole.
Igniting the fires, the good fires, the bonfires of love and passion, creating emperors of love glow and pulse and radiate warmth into each other and into the world. Dream. embrace of hope that hold the the answers to reuniting.
Burning bright growing stronger
When I Learned to Live in Grace
36” x 36”
When I look at this painting I sense light rather than seeing it. This painting came out of The Voice of stillness…a voice, free and pure, born out of profound inner quiet …a hush that moved me into the depths of mystery and majesty, wonder and awe. It arrived with a fragrance there was breathing me. Touching me. Changing me.
It has relaxed into the implicit order and elegance of things. She knows she belongs. Not because of anything she does. But because every fiber of her being has relaxed into itself and she’s enjoying the delicious spaciousness of that.
She is alive as life’s mystery. Enticing mystery. Mystery that excites… intrigues … pulls us in. Alive with wonder that stirs and lifts, allows and expands. alive with the voice of presence that awakens the memory of goodness, truth, and beauty...
When I look at this painting, Joy Wells up in me. And hope. Not the kind of hope that flickers and fades. But the kind that fills the air thick with love and trust and substance and depth.
I feel Ebullience luminosity in and all around my being when I look at this painting I feel the enchantment of this inner and outer space.
I think everyone has had one or many experiences of knowing that there is a great power within us and all around us. Maybe you are like me or you pushed the memory of those experiences away. I just forgot about them. This painting worked on me for more than 2 1/2 decades helping me embody these qualities deep within my being .
Maybe it can serve you in the same way?
Van Morrison once wrote a song with the words “when will I ever learn to live in God. He gives me everything I need and more. When will I ever learn?“
This painting is the essence of that lesson learned and integrated deeply into my body and being. This is when I no longer have a relationship with God. I am in partnership with God/Goddess/all that is.
Here we are luxuriating in the infinite ocean of love that always has our best interest at Hart, that is always doing its best to show off just how amazing it wants our life to be.
Surrender
Waves don’t arrive at a shoreline.
And ask permission.
To rise into glory
And take a final bow
Before they merge into the infinite ocean that they were always part of
Waves do not obey anybody
And they laugh wholeheartedly
At anybody who tries to control them
They come without an intention to be something
But with courage
The brave as fuck willingness to be honest and exposed
And fully surrendered to whatever authentic expression heaven wants to pour through them.
Painting this painting has been a profound reminder.
I’ve what it is to give everything, withholding nothing
To take my foot off the brakes
Lift my hands from the steering wheel
Leave everything I know behind
And let myself open as wide, and as high and as deep as God wants me to.
This is a chance for me to be one with the infinite ocean
To turn in all of my desires to control and be inspired , as the sea laughs.
Every brushstroke turned to flow,
every color to motion.
With this painting.
Control cracked open my heart—
and what poured out was life itself.
I learned again
that the ocean never asks for permission.
It gathers. It swells. It lifts into majesty. It renews.
It is honest in the way I love to be.
Perhaps this is painting everybody
body when they remember
we cannot hold back our own becoming.
This moment is our moment of glory before we return to the source.
This is the moment when beauty and honesty are the same thing.
To surrender
is not to lose control—
it is to laugh and realize
the wave of life was never mine to steer.
So with this painting, and this breath
I lay down the brush
and let the tide paint me back
into wholeness.
The Way The Light Enters
84” x 120”
To feel the full majesty of this painting, you have to stand in front of it.
Seven feet tall.
Ten feet wide.
It does not feel like something you look at from the outside. It takes you inside the wave.
The ocean begins to wrap itself around me, and somehow the sunset is still finding its way in.
On a screen, you can see the image.
In person, the painting surrounds you. It feels as if it is looking back.
The wave curves overhead like a living cathedral of water, force, power, beauty, color, and light. Blue, turquoise, violet, black, gold, and white all move at once.
Where I live, the ocean is not still. The sky is not still. The light is not still.
Everything is gloriously in the triumph of being and becoming.
That is what moved me here so many decades ago, and still moves me here.
The wave is powerful enough to swallow me whole.
And sometimes it does.
The light is powerful enough to enter me in the center of it all.
And when it does, there is no separation between me and Light and Ocean and Wave.
We are one harmonious whole, dancing together, breathing together, celebrating together, coming alive together.
For me, this painting is about being inside something enormous… something that could feel overwhelming… and still seeing the sun come through.
And in truth, that is what we are always living in, if we have eyes to see.
Here is the way beauty finds the opening.
The way light bends.
The way grace enters places that feel too vast, too wild, too dangerous, too much.
There is a sunset at the horizon, but there is also a second sun forming in the curl of the wave itself.
As if the ocean has swallowed the light and is now carrying it through its own body.
That feeling lives in me.
It is true in me.
And this painting is a way of sharing that with you.
Sometimes life does not give us light from above.
Sometimes the light comes from inside the wave already breaking around us.
“The Way The Light Enters” is a prayer for that moment.
May I trust the wave.
May I see the light.
May I remember that even when life wraps all the way around me…
the great Light that knows my name still knows how to find me.