SANCTA MEA

What is an artist’s work if not the sculpting of his own inner self? Through self-expression, he makes statements of universal validity, transmitting innermost feelings and unique, individual experience of the world. Creation and contemplation refine the soul, elevating it in preparation for death. Creative expression allows us to plough and refine our existence so that the seeds of the Spirit may be sown.

Art is born from inner necessity and a deep reverence for BEING—a striving toward an ideal, an offering of revelation. It is not made for profit, entertainment, or external validation, but from a personal need to express something ineffable—something timeless, eternal, and essential to life itself. It emerges as a way of making sense of existence, a response to the world's imperfection. The artist does not control the process; he is merely a witness to its unfolding, a vessel for the unknown.

"An artist never works under ideal conditions. If they existed, his work wouldn't exist, for the artist doesn't live in a vacuum. Some sort of pressure must exist. The artist exists because the world is not perfect. Art would be useless if the world were perfect, as man wouldn't look for harmony but would simply live in it. Art is born out of an ill-designed world."
—A. Tarkovsky

I’m learning that my creative expression functions as a portal—not just for me, but for those who choose to consciously engage with them. They might not know what they’re stepping into, but they’ll feel a resonance if operating on a similar frequency. It becomes a transformative process for both creator and audience. These videos act as visual meditations. Blending Zen (placing attention on an awareness beyond thought, where creation happens spontaneously) & Bhakti, a form of prayer, or prasad. An offering without attachment to any outcomes.

To begin, one must not mistake themselves as the doer. The Divine (Daivam), as one of the forces shaping action, means that creation is not a solitary act but participation in something greater, something already in motion. I wasn’t simply making a personal film—I was being guided through a sacred unfolding. Sancta Mea isn’t just a title; it’s an acknowledgment of that presence, that holy thread weaving through reality. I feel Her grace in my journey and my footage. Editing feels like watching a film that is already complete come together—because from the Divine’s perspective, it is. I am simply moving through the steps, living and witnessing the experience of it coming into form.

Footage from Medicine Festival 20 /21 which served as a stage for some enormous inner leaps with my relationship with Love/God/Divine/Nature. Many thanks to all the souls who crossed paths with me during these chaotic times of great change. We're watching the mystery unfold together:

MUSIC - Kisnou - Sancta Mea

SPEECH - Mysticism and Morality by Alan Watts
So this thing—the sensation of a kind of universal harmony—can not come to us when it is sought, when we look for it as something to be an escape from the way we actually feel or to compensate for the way we actually feel. It’s a thing that comes out of the blue. And when it comes out of the blue—just like hiccups come out of the blue, or something like that—it’s overwhelmingly convincing.

And it stands as, actually, the foundation for most of mankind’s profound philosophical, mystical, metaphysical, and religious ideas. Someone, in other words, to whom this sort of thing has happened. And as I said before, it strikes us as measles may strike us. Someone to whom this sort of thing has happened can’t restrain himself when it has happened, and he has to get up and tell everybody about it. And, at last, he becomes the founder of a religion. Because people say, “Look at that man! How happy he is. What conviction he has. He has no doubts. He seems to be sure in everything he does!"

And so, in the same way, when somebody has an experience of this kind he just has to tell everybody about it. Because, you see, he sees everybody around him looking dreadfully serious, looking as if they had a problem, looking as if the act of living were extremely difficult. But from his standpoint—the person who’s had this experience—he feels that they look funny, that they don’t understand that there isn’t any problem at all. That he has seen—from where he stands, you see—that the meaning of being alive is just being alive.

That is to say, I look at the color of your hair and the shape of your eyebrow, and I understand that that is the point. That’s what we’re all here for. And it’s so plain, and it’s so obvious, and so simple.

And yet, here is everybody rushing around in a great panic as if it were necessary for them to achieve something beyond all that. And the funny thing is: they’re not quite sure what it is. But they’re devilishly intent upon it, after that thing. And so, to the person in this state of consciousness—which I call “mystical”—that all seems very weird, very absurd.