وَلَقَدْ خَلَقْنَا ٱلْإِنسَـٰنَ وَنَعْلَمُ مَا تُوَسْوِسُ بِهِۦ نَفْسُهُۥ ۖ وَنَحْنُ أَقْرَبُ إِلَيْهِ مِنْ حَبْلِ ٱلْوَرِيدِ 

Indeed, ˹it is˺ We ˹Who˺ created humankind and ˹fully˺ know what their souls whisper to them, and We are closer to them than ˹their˺ jugular vein. (Surah Qaf verse 16, Sarah 50)

Dear Artist 

Salaams.

After my last newsletter I have decided to post updates on my blog for a bit so it is easier to find on my website, rather than look through a gazillion mails in the inbox. You can just find them logged under the blog

Life is a cacophony of 'sunburst rays and rainstorms' and within this is the silent symphony of pattern of our lives. Whether it is undulating lines of the ups and downs in our lives or the events of the world, the pattern of the sublime along with the ridiculous emerges. We are skating on thin lines between hope, wonder and pain. Sometimes sacred art and meditation helps us to find the 'eternal now' or presence of now.  I have written about this...