“My drawings inspire, and are not to be defined. They place us, as does music, in the ambiguous realm of the undetermined.” – Odilon Redon
A blue boat with gold sail rocks across the white-capped, rough, green sea. Her clasped hands on her lap. His one hand holds the tiller; moves in the opposite direction of where they are heading. Behind them, the fiery, gold mountain, they escaped with treasure, burns.