Artists stand alone. Their risks are their own; their responsibilities, their own; their failures, their own; their triumphs, their own; their art, their own.

Throughout history, the wisest leaders have been guided by their bards, their artists – their men and women of personal integrity, of vision.

Art is gratitude, confession, obsession. Art both deepens the mystery and transcends it. Art is magic rendered unto truth. That truth, subjective reality by belief, subjective belief by perspective, unique by point of vantage.

Interest, fascination, infatuation, obsession, love, art…all lie in mystery rather than identity.

Judgement alone identifies, defines . . . confines.