The artist has always been a special breed of person in the world. Asking questions, looking for answers, but they have never been satisfied with letting things be. “The sun in my belly” is what Picasso called it.

• It has always compelled the artist to create something out of nothing.
• Under the artists hand, wood, stone, metal, charcoal and paint became the whole world.
• All of human imaginings, heaven and hell, gods and goddesses, beasts in the field and fowls in the air, artists have been creating these over and over again.

No wonder artists for centuries have been the priests, teachers, explorers, and yes, even the magicians.