Any work of Art that holds true merit always reveals a dual reality. It is enriched by a part of the artist’s life and what he is doing with it; how he is coping and reacting; his sacrifice; in short what his offering is. Then, it also shows the larger picture, the part of life the artist can’t control; the fear inherent in that and the consequent doubt of his inner world; the mystery working through him that seems to be a part of him while using him as a medium for expression.

   I have often wondered what the meaning of Art is outside the world of man. What is the quality of its message? Is it merely intellectual gymnastics? What part of evolution is this man’s, natures or some higher order?