I suppose that if someone claims to be an artist, any statement he or she makes could then be an “artist statement,” no? A passing thought to preface my spiel on the joys of art and the creation thereof. I would be remiss if I didn’t state that I have, in recent years, been somewhat unfaithful to my dearer first love, Art Herself, and now come crawling back, penniless, and caring not, or at least less, whether money can be found in her pursuit; but let me only find again my orphaned soul, the Painter Within, and rest in that many gloried filter from which I see and experience this strange land in which I find myself a stranger.