Immigrants from the Unconscious Growing up in the fifties an sixties was a wonderful time to be a child.When the Russians launched sputnik, I was too young to fear. I looked up to the heavens an saw beyond the stars, the Russians had launched my imagination into space with their satellite, and there it would remain through my teen years.

Intrigued by the workings of the mind, and by my dreams, I found I was losing interest in the outer world. I found myself looking not up, but inward. I became interested in Eastern thought, with its emphasis on looking within for answers. What I found there was far more wonderful then outer space. And it has taken me down paths I would have never ventured otherwise.

This work I do, is my meditation, concentration, my center. These images are but the outer manifestations of something far more, taking place within me. The real work, of which I'm still be­coming aware, but mostly unconscious of.

Most often I am quite surprised by the images. They are marvelous to me. Like immigrants to a new land, they bring with them, mysteries, excitation for the mind, joy for the consciousness. This is my art, my work. I do for the joy.