Living in the tranquility of a Zen Temple, enveloped by the vibrant life of the Temple garden, I am deeply moved by the perpetual cycles of the natural world. From the delicate emergence of a new leaf to the solemn decay of fallen wood, nature's symphony of birth and death, light and dark, is a constant source of inspiration for my art.
As the thaw of winter gives way to the vibrant emergence of spring, my senses are greeted with a renewed palette of sounds that act as reminders of the present moment.
Recently, a group of friends and I went on a silent walk together in the woods about a mile from the Zen Temple. This practice of silence, a revered component of the Zen path, unfolded as a journey through the woods and into the depths of our inner landscapes.
