Art is more than mere chronicle. It must mirror the intellect and the emotion, for anyone, even a commercial artist or illustrator, can portray realism. The mind's eve in its infinity of radiations and not optical vision of necessity holds the key to truth. It is left for the artist to forge the new metal, to resurrect his ancient role as the uncoverer and the interpreter, but never the recorder, of life's secrets. Beloveds, the stuff of thought is the seed of the artist.
Dreams form the bristles of the artist's brush.
And, as the eye functions as the brain's sentry, I communicate my innermost perceptions through art, my woridview. In trying to probe beyond the ordinary and the known, I create an interior infinity. I probe within the finite's confines to create an infinity. Living rocks and living plants and animals.