I climb the road to Cold Mountain, The road to Cold Mountain that never ends. The valleys are long and strewn with stones; The streams broad and banked with thick grass. Moss is slippery, though no rain has fallen; Pines sigh, but it isn’t the wind. Who can break from the snares of the world And sit with me among the white clouds?- Han-shanUnderstanding the world around myself is the path I choose to fallow. My first attempt involved the physics of motion, and energy. Carefully lade out equations explaining movements of reaction. Describing the world in terms of chemical makeup and physical properties. At the end of every study I learned a little more about the world around me. With great excitement I would explain the detailed sequence of logic used to render truths. This was met mostly with blank stairs; Speech by numbers means very little if you are not a calculator. Looking for a better tool I started teaching. I needed to understand, not understanding. I found my tool in images. Without words and numbers, images leave the mind free to apply their interpretation for what they see. My art is an expression of thought given for understanding the world around me. Sometimes colorful and light, giving only fleeting projections of thought, and other times hard lined, black and white so know were I stand. But they all say what I see