Shadows appear, and disappear. Visions emerge from nowhere. How strange life can be. When backpacking one summer in the Adirondack mountains I heard words in my head, and I was compelled to stop and write them down. I felt as if my soul was in the process of restoring itself, removing toxins that were interfering with my life. The words were simple and clear. Read more…
Steve Silverman: writings and artistic journeys
