The Dance, 24 x 24, oil on canvas


We all move about with our own individual beats.
Your rhythm is not mine.  But we can synchronize…

The dance is alive, it's electric.  It's the jungle that sustains our life.
There is order in chaos and sanity in madness.  All is in perfect
harmony on some level.  And so we move, we glide, we jump.  We
create static.  We cling and we divide.  Regardless, we keep on
moving, always moving, never contemplating the idea of stop.
There is no such thing. 

In the universe, all is in motion—in the constant flux of creation.
And so we dance with the tides and the seasons and the moons.
Always moving, never stopping, always hoping.  Even in the deepest
darkness, there is still a sprinkle of light. 
Because life is hope…we are living the perpetual dream.

siona