Many years ago in a favorite monastery of mine I found myself painting this oil. The beauty that surrounded me engulfed my heart and soul and I felt that I would never be able to capture on canvas this precious moment that I was experiencing. I labored over this oil for hours. Adding this. Taking away that. Nothing I seemed to do did my efforts justice. Then as sudden as a burst of wind in my soul I saw an angel in this tree that you now look at in this oil. This angel was just what the painting needed. It's addition made the work complete. It was as if the angel had spoken to me in the silence of my heart and said, "I will help you finish your work". Now, that was many, many years ago and many, many paintings have been painted since I heard those angelic words spoken to my heart. Yet, they are as true today as they were in that monastery so many, many years ago. I am not alone. I have never been alone and I will never be left alone. I have a guide that is with me until the end of my days. My mother, when I was a child, would tell me that I had a guardian angel watching over me. I wasn't sure if that was true. But that moment in the monastery while I was painting this painting changed my doubt to belief. Now, some will say that "he is crazy, this artist called visionary" and others will just say nothing. But there are a few fortunate souls, out there, that know what I know. We are not alone and never have been. My mother was right. I do have a guardian guide. And so do you. visionary imagist "Joey"