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In my earlier dreams, I had often been a horse. I lived in the mire of the corral floor, also experiencing myself as a part of the Earth, fusing with the animal spirits through their feet. On safari, I would often focus on that interface of above and below Earth's surface, a feast of textural richness. Then my focus might shift abruptly as we intersected a herd of wildebeest!
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Into the Maji Moto 30 x 40 acrylic/crayon on canvas
The Breath of Everything
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