Here in the redwoods of Northern California, my heart ripped open. The cavern was filled with warm honey straight from the sun, and something sparked. Moss began to grow, and soil appeared, and tree limbs began spreading their limbs like crazy. The greens grew like crazy, swirling with the sun, misty fog moon, howls, screeches, whales, chirps. twisting and turning ebbing and flowing along these paths that intertwine in such an intricate brocade, the ultimate web spinning. All this, within the cavern of my heart. And so I paint.