These times call for a conscious revolution in the way we act towards one another, driven by our capacity to better see and experience the common humanity that lives deep within our bones.”

Our innermost yearning is to be seen. And to know that we each belong without condition. But when this is not our experience, we are compelled to act dysfunctionally and it drives us further from one another’s sight. I become blind to you. And you to me.

It is my work to show you a physical window into this humanity through its experience ON FILM. And a living, breathing and unconditional experience of it when we are in the SAME ROOM. Because doing so would offer you the opportunity to recognize it in others, and to know it in yourself. So that you might be informed by it. So that you might act on it. So that we might come to truly know one another. So that together, we might live connected and significant lives.

This is the challenging work of divided times, and it demands the full conscious attention that exists beyond the distraction of drama. It demands that you surrender your need to be right. It demands an uncompromising vulnerability. But above all, it demands that you act upon what it is that you have seen.

This is the requirement of humanity in this age. This is the work of a profound revolution in our capacity to see and experience one another.


We are a Work in Progress.’ ~ the often said words of the allegedly wise, repeated without question by those drawn to the inculturated humility of the idea.

And so lives the perilous myth on which our human existence appears to have built itself. We are not yet enough. There is someone we must become. This life has conditions.

And the world at large echoes the deceit at most every turn. Imperceptibly deep within each society’s fabric. You must become someone. Perpetual betterment towards the Gates of Nirvana. Or Heaven. Or Success. Or some cultural equivalent.

A target to seek. A life to understand. To master. A reward of self worth and peace for the successful.

And so continues the relentless and exhausting game of becoming someone. Someone of worth. Someone who is enough. Along with its self imposed imprisonment with no hope of remission.

This is a game that cannot be won. This game of life we’ve found ourselves unknowingly complicit in, forms the almost perfect riddle. The more earnestly we seek ‘it‘, the further from an answer we find ourselves.

Because the answer lies in surrender, in the letting go of the game. In an end to seeking.

We were wrong. Entirely and painfully wrong.

There was no game we had to take part in. There was no one we must become. There was never any condition. We had simply forgotten. We are not a work in progress. You are not a work in progress. Call off the search, and experience all there is to experience in these brief and endless moments we call life.