My artistic style flows directly from my writing. When I write, images rise naturally to illustrate my stories. The text below is the inspiration behind this piece.
 When I first arrive at Ghost Ranch, I feel that the terrain overwhelms and exceeds me. After a day or two I feel I am an extension of the land. I am surrounded by earthly sentience that senses me back. I am in an unmediated exchange with the animate desert wilderness. I am ensconced, cocooned by the earth. I feel as though I am in an adobe home.
 When I walk at Ghost Ranch, the magnetism of the earth makes me feel fully  grounded, as though I have a direct connection with the land. I sense much more than I think. My mind is subjugated to my body. I am immersed in the ranch’s genius loci. Telluric energy overpowers all my senses. My sentient body is entangled in the elemental forces that enfold me. I feel in tune with the rhythms of the earth. I feel small and whole.
 At Ghost Ranch my skin goes through a transformation. It itches when touched by  mineral-filled whirlwinds. I feel as though it could suddenly become feather, fur, scale, soil, sand, or bark.
From my book Walking on Earth with Thich Nhat Hanh (p. 143)