Artist. Painter. Writer/Poet/Essayist/author. Inventor. Venture Capitalist. Pro baseball player/triathlete. Using Myspace primarily as a place to store my art. Some of my ramblings:
All I ask in this life is that I live out the singular destiny for which I was born, unwavering and true to the high calling of my Fate ~~ Both beauty and fame fade but immortal are the words, for with them I convey thoughts that reach high to your Spirit, and the Spirit is without beginning or end ~~ In those certain moments, I am transported into a realm beyond this world, where I can see clearly the first days of my birth - the smells, the sounds, the faces - as if it were yesterday, and equally the last days of my life, when I'm peacably ushered into a different form of Spirit. I realize so tangibly the nonexistance of Time, and I sense our experiences as nothing more than brief interludes of a greater Spiritual existence, without beginning or end. Then I awaken from these reveries, and I'm caught once again under the weight and boundaries of Time ~~ Like the mighty Sun above, Love is without exception or expectation, showering rays of Light on us all: the rich and the poor, the good and the bad, the ugly and the handsome ~~ I often feel like a Phantom in the Night, with no real or tangible existence. I can just as easily live inside my body as I can outside it, observing it's very movements as an objective spectator. My impression on others is so fleeting that I wonder if they see or hear me. Am I invisible? Is my voice heard? Perhaps my existence will always be with the whispering nightime gusts that swirl unseen and cannot be grasped, but which are undeniably here, just in a different form and energy ~~ My heart melts with thankfulness to God. Indeed, my life – a mere vapor - continues to fade into his great presence. I become evermore a translucent vessel for his inspiration and light; a vessel that remains free of egoic tension, hindrance or obstacle, in order that his glory may radiate and shine forth, and that such miracles continue to be indisputable evidence of a power and love much greater than our small selves ~~ The tenacity of my mind is such that I can recall the past with unnerving exactitude. I can remember experiences, feelings, lost loves, happy moments with such vibrancy that the notion of Time gets blurred. I also see my real loves and desires ulimately lost in the sequence of Time, and am saddened that I cannot capture forever the particular moments I cherish. All I can do is re-live them in my mind, not in my heart ~~ Often I will lose my inspiration, and my body seems to become an empty shell, withering away without emotion or feeling, simply going through the desultory motions of tedious life. I realize that inspiration is life, and life is given by a Source outside myself. Without the sparkle and vibrancy of inspiration, I am a but a lifeless creature, and all the knowledge and creativity I possessed are not my own.
Nephew
The greatest painter in the world!
George my adopted son.
My great mentor - Sir John Templeton
