He Who Wonders Discovers That This In

So Let Us Then Try To Climb The Mountain, Not By Stepping On What Is Below Us, But To Pull Us Up At What Is Above Us, For My Part At The Stars; Amen.

If I Am Not Mistaken, The Word "art" And "artist" Did Not Exist During The Renaissance And Before: There Were Simply Architects, Sculptors, And Painters, Practicing A Trade.

It Has Always Irked Me As Improper That There Are Still So Many People For Whom The Sky Is No More Than A Mass Of Random Points Of Light. I Do Not See Why We Should Recognize A House, A Tree, Or A Flower Here Below And Not, For Example, The Red Arcturus Up There In The Heavens As It Hangs From Its Constellation Bootes, Like A Basket Hanging From A Balloon.

I Believe That Producing Pictures, As I Do, Is Almost Solely A Question Of Wanting So Very Much To Do It Well.

I Could Fill An Entire Second Life With Working On My Prints.