Mr. Altig’s Overview of the Wonderful Dharma of the Lotus Sutra

As seasons shift and time moves on,
My art evolves, a journey strong.
Through Hungry Ghosts, I’ve ventured wide,
And my creations, too, have changed their stride.

Internal battles, desires deep within,
Weave the threads, my art to begin.
Themes shift, colors bleed and blend,
Reflecting emotions, thoughts on the mend.

From longing’s depths to fulfillment’s peak,
The journey through Ghosts made me seek.
Experiences shape my artistic expression,
Infusing depth, impression’s succession.

Poems written, brushstrokes made,
Echoes of my soul’s ache pervade.
Craving and ambition cast their shade,
But authenticity’s light begins to cascade.

Struggles faced, battles bravely won,
Transform my art like the rising sun.
Layers added, textures, hues so vast,
A tapestry of emotions that will last.

In Hungry Ghosts, I’ve learned to see,
The power of experiences shaping me.
Horizons broadened, gaze enriched,
Artistry imbued with lessons stitched.

Once timid themes now resonate clear,
Boldly captivating, drawing near.
Style evolves, depth continues to grow,
True self known, its essence to show.

Journeying through Hungry Ghosts’ realm,
Unveils layers, shadows overwhelm.
Embracing desires while staying true,
Guiding artistry, fires anew.

Embracing evolution, growth assured,
In my creations, my voice is lured.
Transformation celebrated, lessons learned,
Shaping art, a testament, unburned.

Reflecting on the evolution’s stride,
Honoring struggles, triumphs beside.
They shape who I am, guide my path,
As my journey continues, unbound by math.

In the ever-changing artistic creation’s field,
Solace found as transformation’s yield.
Evolution reveals true art’s start,
A soul’s expression, journey from the heart.