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A long-standing member of the Registered Graphic Designers (RGD) of Ontario, Paul is a founding partner in inspirtainment inc. and WAVE Web & Print Design where he co-creates as Creative Director of website content and design, television programming and communication strategies for the international market. Champion over a potentially fatal illness at the age of eleven, Paul has been a student of all things Spiritual ever since. Studies under a Native American Shaman, Energy Healers in Sedona, and various Spiritual Teachers, have enhanced his early awakening. Paul recently sidestepped his career as an art director for films and television to focus on co-creating Conscious projects like Feng SHe. |
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Biography
PAUL CLARK: It’s a fun word. People pay attention and smile when they hear it. It tickles them on several levels instantaneously. It’s got great vibes and that’s the whole point of this self-explanatory word. I get a kick out of it. 
PAUL CLARK: Another Wave of Inspiration video
PAUL CLARK: Another Wave of Inspiration
Canning isn't just for Mothers and Grandmothers anymore. Move over, one of the original Peach Boys is here to tell you anyone can can. (Do I hear French music???) 
One recent morning I was grappling with my existence, my purpose for being here. Wondering who I am. What I am. I was later explaining this to someone at lunch and at one point I intolerantly said out loud with my hands gesturing wide up in the air, "Ok, oh great grand Universe, who am I and what am I doing here?" 
Why would anyone INSIST on monotony? Why would they put all their efforts and resources behind such an endeavour? Why would anyone be so obsessed with promoting monotony that it becomes his or her number one focused objective? Why would this outrageous obsession be so infectious that it would spread and be embraced globally? 
From just inside the doorway I was watching my outdoor chipmunk friend stuff the peanuts I left into it's ever-expanding cheeks then scurry off. While waiting for it's return, my eyes wandered sideways to an old 'cross-hatch' drawing of mine, at eye level on our inside wall. 
I bought my first (brass-bodied) Nikon camera when I was 18 years old and now have it tucked away (I just can't bring myself to getting rid of it) in favour of a much lighter digital camera. It's pretty well always at my side as I never know what will appear at any given time.
