I have a fascination with rituals. Rituals create a sense of order in my existence. Mystery is the essence of my being. Autism brings its own beauty not bound by constraints of time and order. Inhabiting a world of chaos, a world where the outcome is no more relevant than the beginning.

 

The most sacred of my rituals involve water. Immersing myself I return to primor

dial memories. In the Tao, feng shui, elements of wind and water create the basis of all harmony.

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Water has no bones and cannot be broken or contained... always in movement. The paintings are a record of a brief life when the water, paper, color and I engage in a ritualistic dance. Impossible to control the rain.

 

Surrendering to the water. The paper comes to life. Moving, pigments separating and blending. No time to think Like the calligrapher I am not a writer of words. The colors have their own language. For a moment we are one entity where the outcome is random....beyond explanation. When the ritual is finished The remains become a relic of the moment.

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Stevens Vaughn