Every moment and every event of every man’s life on earth plants something in his soul.
Many thoughts were on my mind as I again took to the long and empty roads, en route to a workshop in Death Valley. A train of thought was set in motion, sparked by a startling revelation just days before my departure.
I’ve often suggested that the most important question an artist must be able to answer is this: Why do you do what you do? It is no small irony that my own attempts at an answer were heretofore not quite satisfactory. I always felt that I needed to do what I do, whether or not I could clearly articulate the reason for it. There was never a doubt in my mind that my own sense of self would not be complete ...