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“We are witness today to the emergence of an ancient spiritual vitality into modern affairs. Gary Snyder calls it the river of sanity, an underground current which has run through all history, nourishing visionaries in every tradition. It comes from the deepest wellsprings of our humanity, and it moves us into harmony with the natural world and ourselves. it does not contradict scientific thought, but the river offers a profoundly wider way of engaging reality. It is caught rather than taught. My work is to illuminate this emergence in the style or media or words or kind of book most appropriate to the moment.

“I would place myself within within a new tradition born as an intuitive archaic response to spiritual need, and shaped by the access we have now to our entire body of human artistic and spiritual achievement. Tools may be modern, but it is a returning to the primeval, initiatory authority of art, art as catalyst for a mysterious, other, mode of perception. This book–both words and art– are part of a powerful underground movement not only re-defining art, but our culture as well. “
                 –Michael Green

Born 1943; BA New York University, and film school there too; studied at the University of Sao Paulo in Brazil and adventured around the Amazon. Conscientous objector during Vietnam War. Joined the legendary Millbrook community in the 60’s and worked on light shows with Tim Leary. Lived in a mountaintop tipi in Woodstock, New York, finally moved to Pennsylvania to study fiveteen years with His Holiness Bawa Muhaiyaddeen, the ageless Sufi master from Sri Lanka.

A pivotal initiation unfolded at Millbrook in the famous summer of ‘67. The entire community moved out into  lean-tos and tipis on a huge tract of land to see what would happen if we broke all connection with the outside world. It was an extraordinary experiment, a powerful initiation into timeless and sacred life-patterns. Our conceptual knots loosened enough to see that  twentieth century American life as we knew it was a sham, all smoke and mirrors obscuring a profoundly different set of possibilities for the human condition. What to call it? Evolution sounded right, so did Waking Up. We were up against the Great Mystery, and it was clear that the point of human life was no longer the pursuit of things, or experiences, but of the consciousness field within which these things existed. And getting with this program was the only game in town.

It was equally obvious that the gigantism of western civilization was 180 degrees off, and that the natural life-support system for humans trying to align themselves in the right direction was the way sacred cultures have gathered for thousands of years–as a circle of friends on the same wavelength—in villages, tribes, ashrams or other kinds of fellowships.

It also became clear that the the arts were off track as well; that the whole point of art was to guide the process of realignment to the Great Mystery. Contemporary gestures of self-expression or social criticism seemed superficial and indulgent by comparison.

For the next twenty-five years I had a mixed career as wandering monk, sign painter, landscaper, television art director and finally as illustrator, artist and writer: over 2,500,000 copies of my illustrated books are currently in print, including: Welcome to the Planet Earth; A Hobbit’s Journal; The Velveteen Rabbit; Zen and the Art of the Macintosh; Unicornis; The Illuminated Prayer and The Illuminated Rumi.

The Illuminated Rumi grew out of a profound relationship with Bawa, who clearly embodied the same wisdom curent as Rumi. I used digital technology to create a twentieth century version of the illuminated manuscrips of the Middle Ages, even a new kind of iconography linking together the art of the great contemplative traditions. USA Today called it “Stunning, a true jewel...” and human potential guru Sam Keen wrote, “Rumi himself would have shouted for joy on seeing the images you have created.” 

I have always skirted the reefs and whirlpools of the art establishment in favor of the bookstore. It’s a wonderfully accessible gallery. There is, I think, no real boundary between “illustration” and “art.”  In fact, place me in the great pictograph tradition of the shaman-artisan. Whether a mask, or a circle of stones, a tangka, or even a perfect gesture, this is an art that is always striving to illustrate–or open a doorway–to the Great Mystery.

Michael Green lives in a farmhouse in Pennsylvania’s Brandywine Valley with his wife Sally. He is currently working on a large-scale public art installation of ONE SONG.