Ligurian Sea, Saviore, 1993
N. Pacific Ocean, Stinson Beach, 1994
Lake Superior, Eagle River, 2003
For reasons that shall remain unnamed from this point forward, my family stopped going to church when I was 7 or 8. Still we're all pretty spiritual people and have found our own paths, one way or another...
A few years ago, I read something my dad wrote in the midst of his highly personal search for religion: I felt a flash of brilliance so great that all other earthly desires faded.
I've had a hard time understanding and believing what he meant and am still not sure that I get it and/or that I ever will. But, every once in awhile, I feel like I am close to comprehending. I'm not an advocate of the gallery = church idea but walking into Gagosian yesterday was as close as it comes.