One night in a dream, figures moved in like silhouettes. I saw that even with limited information an individual could beknown—not as a black hole in a painted environment, but as a real presence. Looking across the room—I see myself, and my work, as subject of my work. I am an abstract realist, dreaming that I am dreaming, strolling through the shadows. Behind the ‘seens,’ reality gets stretched to the edge—just short of falling off. Finding balance, I position to observe power. Journey writes the outline, imagery illustrates metaphor, narrative spells out and sings harmony. Paintings herald meaning and lend credence to the mystery.