At the age of eight I began painting, some of those first efforts were in watercolors and crayons, I’ve always had a high degree of hand to eye coordination and at twenty one I concluded that it meant something and I needed to do something about it. Somewhere around that time I joined the army, maybe not what anyone would have expected of me, my family certainly didn't. I was stationed in Europe and in the little bit of free time I earned a few credits toward that fine art degree.
I view art as a way of viewing our place in time, it is at the source of written language, it is how we communicate with our dreams, an element of species memory, a dimension of spirit, as well as a way of contemplating generational belonging during contemporary life's perfect storms.
SOME AFFIRMATIONS BY OTHERS:
“Regardless of the staggering dimensions of the world about us, the density of our ignorance, the risks of catastrophes to come, and our individual weakness within the immense collectivity, the fact remains that we are absolutely free today if we choose to will our existence in its finiteness, a finiteness which is open on the infinite. And in fact, any woman who has known real loves, real revolts, real desires, and real will knows quite well that she has no need of any outside guarantee to be sure of her goals; their certitude comes from her own drive.”
Even if there is only one possible unified theory, it is just a set of rules and equations. What is it that breathes fire into the equations and makes a universe for them to describe? The usual approach of science of constructing a mathematical model cannot answer the questions of why there should be a universe for the model to describe. Why does the universe go to all the bother of existing?”
― Stephen Hawking, A Brief History of Time
Yeah, like that...