“Here I am, in Virginia, on the edge of a cliff-side. 300 feet below is the James River. The ancient Blue Ridge Mountains hem the edge of the far horizon. The clouds in the opal blue sky are pearlescent rose-white. And I welcome the silent, selfless contemplation of primordial divinity. So, then, my eyes and hands translate the painted thunder of Creation, or “Mass of Light”, onto a blank 2-D surface."