The commitment of Art is a commitment of faith. It always comes down to this. Art is the pageant of the ordeal. A tiny idea is born out of a memory often limited in its scope and size. With the selflessness of the artist’s imagination, perfectly preserved from childhood, the residue of passing meteors sift through the artist’s hands; the energy of the sun leaks into the light in his eyes and a monument is born. An infinitesimal part of the universe has taken part and it can’t look away. What then will people do? How will it move them then to see this monument and dare to look away?