Interjection

In the face of the unknowable, we tend to impose simplistic notions of how the world works. It would be easy to never notice anything beyond our self imposed/created visions of the universe, but I cant help but think there is more out there. This might capture some sense of the interruption with its ominous pure abstraction of the monolith.

Epic, 68" x 83"oil on canvas, 2007

The story: Here I am going along my way trying to figure out with all my heart, what combination of luck, beaurcratic ability, talent, skill, and determination it takes to bring my little world of art to the pantheon (yes, call me a self absorbed and egotistical artist if you must) and along comes a hint of mystery so large and strange, that makes it all seem incredibly futile and piddly. Is that the life of the artist?