No matter what, every picture tells a story. Each image is, in some part, a recipe for the construction of our world. It is a theory of everything, however imperfect the painters understanding of that theory and schema might be.
Every painting is a map. It is a conversation, a confession; thoughts, however naive, directed from one mind to another. Each and every painting is a statement of viewpoint and bias. It is an image from only one particular point of view. The hope, however, is that the image has some part of wisdom woven into it!
I yearn for the bright and the open, the windswept, and the rocks burnished by time. I want to know the lichen and the dust and the plaintive sigh in the casuarinas. I love the mystery of the night sky and what it does to the land. I love the quiet in unseen places, hidden by shade and solitude. I love the deepening mystery of every tiny part of this marvelous place.
That love, however, needs to understand and map the world of our experience. It is our task to remember and know the numinous, the wondrous, the beautiful, and to pass that on forever.