The Zohar does not ask to be understood.
It asks to be received.

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I could not read the Hebrew. I knew nothing of its language. Yet something within me recognised it. Simply looking at the pages quietened my mind and opened a place beyond thought.

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My first painting was born from a prayer for the soul, a passage carrying the promise of absolution, of judgments dissolved, and the soul restored. As I painted, I found myself moving through layer upon layer of light towards the essence of that prayer. When the work was complete, I inscribed the prayer onto the canvas itself, allowing the painting to become both vessel and testimony.

"By virtue of God's unending compassion, we are absolved of our sins and elevated to greater heights of holiness as repentance stirs in our souls. Our names are stricken from the prosecuting attorney's records so that judgments can no longer be set forth against us."
 

The paintings that followed became a journey through the Zohar itself, towards the Garden of Eden, the World to Come, and the great unification, where the letters Aleph Nun Yud and Vav Hei Vav speak of all worlds returning to harmony.

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That tiny book shed a flicker of light during one of the darkest periods of my life. The paintings illuminated what the words alone never could, opening doorways into states of consciousness I had never imagined possible.