Journal

Hello & a warm welcome!

Posting latest pieces of art work, words, thoughts and travel, streaming inspiration.

Within this space of transition, I embrace with an open heart, creativity as my guide through this chaos, like
a golden thread, weaving a path to an unknown destination. Along this journey, I hope to engage and share, with you, the reader and viewer.

With Love, Steve

A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening. If one listens to them silently for a long time, this longing reveals its kernel, its meaning. It is not so much a matter of escaping from one’s suffering, though it may seem to be so. It is a longing for home, for a memory of the mother, for new metaphors for life. It leads home. Every path leads homeward, every step is birth, every step is death, every grave is mother.
— Herman Hesse