Cover Artist: John Enslow

“Men go abroad to wonder at the heights of the mountains, at the huge waves of the sea, at the long courses of the rivers, at the vast compass of the ocean, at the circular motions of the stars, and they pass by themselves without wondering.”
—Saint Augustine

I’ve spent decades hunting life’s pulse—through lens and brush—and what I’ve caught are raw moments where life teems: that warm glow of sunlight breaking through, the full, rich perfume hanging in the air. My images don’t just show it—they pull you inside the very heartbeat of the moment.

I seek life. I capture it. To me, a painting isn’t decoration—it’s proof. A record of breath, mood, motion. Words fall short; the image should hit like a heartbeat. I want you to feel it before you name it—alive, electric, urgent.

Freedom lives in the shutter, the stroke. The ordinary flips extraordinary the second I notice: every leaf, every shadow, pulsing. My heart races—I can’t move fast enough. Art isn’t tomorrow. It’s now. You stay awake, tuned, watching.

And yeah—some sights are so perfect, they feel private. Like God whispered them just for me. When He does, I paint. We see them together. That’s the real thing, ART.