While gallery sitting amidst colorful paintings, jeweled and sculpted objects I chatted with fellow artist, Jeff Filipski
Always on the edge, raw, bleeding and alive! Jeff does not mince words, tells it honestly like it is... beneath the dark blue rumblings brilliant electric flashes of intuition a loving Soul flowers on the world pond
During a rare glimpse of the Truth not given to many Jeff's words struck my Soul
As he lay in the verdant arms of Nature, gentle currents caressing his spirit, swooning under the vast blue kiss of the sky
His heart cracked open gazing upward with a raspy voice, tears streaming, and a choir of infinite echoes he declared: