The World through Rhythm
Everything moves, breathes and is breathed rhythmically.

BARAKA ARTICLES
Nature, rhythm, myth, colour and dance — traces of inquiry becoming lived experience.

Everything moves, breathes and is breathed rhythmically.
In the morning stillness I hear a bird singing.

Painting as an affirmation of the mystery surrounding us.

Every fruit carries within it the greatest responsibility: to become a tree.
Could what destroys Life have preceded its creation?

There is a very old and forgotten myth about a caravan of dancers who were, in their own way, rather clumsy.