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Sunrise
There is an expression I have been taught never to sayor else it will end my quest on this planet. That statement is, "I have arrived." Yet, the entire time I was in Bali that is the only logical thing that I could say. I don't know where I had arrived but there I was on a mountain, in a rain forest, in the busy city street, in a temple gate, by the sea, at my home in the evening air entertaining my new friends with my one and only edible self taught cuisinepasta with cream sauceand the feeling that every part of me was at home did not leave me. All of my senses were alive with the sounds of the music in the nearby temples, the sights of flowing palms and bellowing heat clouds, the smell of incense from the evening street offerings, the taste of spicy rice or sweat licked from my lips in the afternoon heat. I had arrived is an understatement compared to the tingling, brilliant feelings running through my skin. To know that one has arrived is like removing a blindfold and seeing the morning, or learning finally how to swim, or play an instrument well enough to begin one's study in earnestBali is an invitation to find ones livelihood and believe once again that ones birth is one's gift to one's self. This painting is a prayer to open the eyes each morning. To see again.