My first spiritual experience was ecstatic. On Pilot mountain (a local “high” place where I’m from), and then again in the church pew, I was possessed.
Then I had to think about it all for many years.
After thinking, I went with what I knew.
God entered me that hour, as I’m sure He was already there.
But that hour, I knew it. So that was my given in life.
The rest has been friendship-a bit outside
Of religion and culture, but somewhere inside
Of art and my heart.

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We all need heroes along the way, to keep us wanting to be our real selves!

My first hero I can remember outside of Jesus
Was that French artist who walked between the world trade towers-
Prophetic stunts fascinate me. Jeremiah’s way has always been mine-
Go bury your underwear, God told Jeremiah-he knew symbolic stunts!
Then there was Ghandi, my father, my mother, all the abstract artist
(And Chagall and Paul Klee for some reason who both made sense to my heart; one for recovering the spirituality in their religious tradition; the other for remaining child like-as that is surely the only way to enter into the Kingdom!)
Trying to paint essential essence, then was my art mentor and friend- a jew
From Argentina; then the fantasy writer from long ago, then….
In the end, they were all friends with Jesus,
So I re-picked Him as my hero.