Publisher's Synopsis
When I was thirteen or so, my father brought us to Orange County, California. I didn't speak English. And where I lived, then, there was no ESL. So, I learned English watching the puppet TV program Sesame Street. Years later, when my father died, we buried him at the Pacific View Cemetery. It is a beautiful cemetery. Today, as I write these words, my father and son and buried there. One day, I decided to visit. I was at home. In anticipation, I lit some incense. To my amazement what I felt as incredible wisps of smoke arose from the burning incense. Inspired and curious, I looked them. And I thought I saw things in the smoke. What is the nature of reality? Is the apparently empty space around us, just that, empty space. Of could it be that something or someone inhabits those places our eyes can't see. In ancient times, there were people who believed in the power of smoke for divination purposes. Somehow, they felt, the smoke could take on the shape of things to come. And even more, some felt the smoke could be a means of communication, used by those conscious things in other dimensions to communicate with use humans. This constitutes an artistic and creative quandary. I wonder if it is possible that something inhabits our world and that something somehow can be picked up in the shapes of smoke. So, I invite you to look at these pictures and use your creativity and imagination. Allow your mind to wonder and fade into the possibilities of what could be. And I ask you, what do you see in these images? Grace Divine
