Since early childhood I have been a watcher. A watcher of drifting clouds, of flames in the hearts of fires and of hidden menagerie in formations of rock…
Time has passed but you never outgrow your need to watch. Now, along with the aforementioned, I watch for subtle imagery in stained glass or in washes of paint applied to surface. Sometimes these images stand on their own or they provide me with starting points from which to reveal and expand the hidden, primordial visions we all harbor. Visions, which, if I am wise enough to stay out of the way, may strike a resonant, chord within the viewer….
Paul G. Crommelin
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