Painting one beautifully bright day in the mountains, my intention was to open my heart and listen to whatever the mountain was telling me: there was a sense of the sacred about this place, as in Yulara (Ayer's Rock), or Big Sur, in California. It seemed to reflect the spirituality that I had experienced in Medina and Mecca while on Hajj. And in a flash the message came...These paintings return to that moment, which was a kind of opening, and draw from that well. Bloomin' hippy, I ask you!! But true none the less.