Art therefore, being a part of truth cannot be an object in a glass case. It must be handled. My hands have to get dirty; my dreams about it have to get scorched. It can only be explored subjectively, and this without sinking into a quandary of emotions. I’m aware of the dangers lurking for those seeking the truth within the thousand connotations of its mystery, but I’m not afraid. This is what I desire; the larger picture of me reaching the boundaries of me. I can’t stand back as if I’m apart from the experience of Art when I am experience and Art is my experience. I want to share this with all those who want to broaden their horizons and live their own experience of Art.