Thank you, Mr Hockney

Spring 2012, I was invited by a friend to attend the Yorkshire landscape exhibition ‘David Hockney: A Bigger Picture’ at The Royal Academy of Arts, in London. It was, for me, a profound spiritual experience.

Long before I became connected to trees, years before I would discover my ability to converse with and heal the land, and a full year before I consciously began channelling, the energy of David Hockney’s canvases brought me to tears. Because standing in that hall, surrounded by the energies in his paintings, I recognised the something: the connection to unlimited potential.

I was in the midst of my spiritual awakening, and trying to ground. To keep my feet planted, as I continued treatment for, and healed through, cancer. I was flying high on the energies of my awakening — and Mr Hockney’s paintings told me that what I was experiencing was real. That someone — a 74 year-old someone, outdoors in all weathers — could tap into an open source; could paint such enormous and luminous canvases, day after day — sometimes two works in a day — this altered a paradigm in me. In fact, it blew me into position. Because I now knew that what I was feeling, and what I felt that day, was true.

So, thank you Mr Hockney, for your glorious art — and showing me our limitless potential.

I bow to you, and your continued journey.

[David Hockney, 09.07.1937 — 11.06.2026]

17 June 2026