Terrance Keenan: Artist, Writer, Monk
GO TO THE "LINKS" PAGE FOR SLIDESHOWS THAT WILL ALLOW YOU TO VIEW ART AND WRITING AND ELEMENTS OF BUDDHISM QUICKLY AS AN INTRODUCTION TO MY WORK.

ALSO: Please look at the "News and Reviews" page for what is happening currently and in the recent past regarding all three of the areas of my life and work.

The first is this temporary link to a slide show that summarises my work. It will be useful until I can finish my updates and upgrades to make this site easier to use. Just click on it: SIPPING THE BRIM OF DARKNESS
There is also a new one of work thus far for 2015 called: THE CLOWN WEARS HIS MAKE-UP UPSIDE DOWN

Please allow a few moments for them to upload.
The others take you into specific projects of substantial work. Be sure to click on the "full screen" tag for the best viewing.


ALTHOUGH THIS SITE IS IN THE PROCESS OF BEING UPDATED AND UPGRADED TO REFLECT MY MOVE TO IRELAND AND SOME NEW WORK, IT STILL FUNCTIONS JUST FINE. KEEP COMING BACK TO SEE THE CHANGES.


Here is my "Artist's Statement". It applies to all my work: as an artist, a writer and Zen Buddhist monk.


I spend every moment of my life in the happily hopeless task of learning how to put into form and words what cannot be seen or spoken. Thomas Merton said poetry was a door to that place about which nothing can be said. Virginia Woolf wrote, ‘We have reached the edge where painting breaks off and takes her way into the silent land... and all our words will fold their wings and sit huddled like rooks on the tops of winter trees.’ I ask why something must mean? Does dawn mean? Do stars? A flower? Broken city streets? When art devolved into being just for its own sake, we lost something vital – a voice for the reality and joy of our being in the world. Art emerges from the ash of thought when it is touched by our need to be affirmed by reality. To me the joy of reality subverts our ego’s delusions about reality.

Joy is the great revolution.

Reality is the last nostalgia.

No blame. Be kind. Love everything.