Without Monsters And Gods, Art Cannot Enact

The Artist Invites The Spectator To Take A Journey Within The Realm Of The Canvas... Without Taking The Journey, The Spectator Has Really Missed The Essential Experience Of The Picture.

If You Are Moved Only By The Color Relationships, Then You Miss The Point.

A Picture Lives By Companionship, Expanding And Quickening In The Eyes Of The Sensitive Observer. It Dies By The Same Token. It Is Therefore Risky To Send It Out Into The World. How Often It Must Be Impaired By The Eyes Of The Unfeeling And The Cruelty Of The Impotent.

When I Was A Younger Man, Art Was A Lonely Thing. No Galleries, No Collectors, No Critics, No Money. Yet, It Was A Golden Age, For We All Had Nothing To Lose And A Vision To Gain. Today It Is Not Quite The Same. It Is A Time Of Tons Of Verbiage, Activity, Consumption. Which Condition Is Better For The World At Large I Shall Not Venture To Discuss. But I Do Know, That Many Of Those Who Are Driven To This Life Are Desperately Searching For Those Pockets Of Silence Where We Can Root And Grow. We Must All Hope We Find Them.

The Abstract Artist Has Given Material Existence To Many Unseen Worlds And Tempi.