When studying ‘The Fourth Way’ by Oespensky, I came across his section on time. It literally broke my psyche apart.. I staggered and lay down, sweating profusely – finally unable to move. I had to stay in bed for a day before my system finally came back into equilibrium. Years later, remembering that shocking experience, I painted this picture as a kind of recall. I came to know from that distant inner journey that time is outside our sensory experience. Everything IS, always. Our physical machinery moves through it. Our mode of travel is determined by our karma. Heavy stuff; I’m still not sure I totally understand time. But I now have some experiential understanding of what time is NOT.
36″ x 47″
Framed – COLLECTION OF THE ARTIST