At the tender age of thirteen I challenged God to reveal himself. It was a challenge that the God described in all those holy books wouldn't have passed up. The lack of reaction convinced me that there was no god there.

Now sixty-seven years later, I've decided to take another whack at it: to examine those biblical parables through my Art. I’m searching for what...? Clues? Proofs? Finding hidden meanings in ancient parables is part of it, but by no means all of it. So what else?

What?

I’ll know when I get there.

And if I don’t?

Then I don’t. The search is what it’s all about anyway.

There are those people who believe every one of the words in their holy scriptures are either written by their god or by some god’s prophets directly inspired by that god, and any attempt to redefine these tales by mortals other than their own specially ordained spiritual leaders is blasphemy punishable by an eternity in the fires of hell — assuming there is a hell, assuming Dante ‘s great poem is an accurate inspiration. We know who they are. They voted for W.

Since Art is my religion — and I better get this straight. My religion doesn't include an anthropomorphic god. Hasn't for sixty-seven years. Michelangelo's old guy on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel, giving the finger to Adam has nothing to do with me.

My religion works through my sculpture. It is in committing Art that I seek my connection with The Unknown.

Beyond anything we know or think we know can only be The Unknown, I believe Art — good Art — opens little windows that give us glimpses of: The Unknown. Paradise? Ultimate Truth? Who knows? It's The Unknown

There are, as in all Parables hidden meanings — that's why they are Parables.

You know, Freud never used the word Unconscious. The German word he actually used was Unbekannt It means Unknown.

In my sculpture the meanings appearing from my Personal Unknown frequently astonish me. They always inform the work. They always enlarge me.