How do I commune with a Confluence, or a range of snow capped mountains, or a wooded stretch of canopy from which sunlight streaks in pointed shafts to the leaf bed below? If I am quiet enough, can I hear the earth hum? If I breathe deep the air of nature’s vision, can I see the inside of a grain of sand? Art has many reasons and speaks clearly of them all. Art will not lie to you, art is a key to truth, but it is you who must ask of its content and meaning.
— James Surls