Every Sun Casts A Shadow, And Genius's

We Are All Warriors. Each Of Us Struggles Every Day To Define And Defend Our Sense Of Purpose And Integrity, To Justify Our Existence On The Planet And To Understand, If Only Within Our Own Hearts, Who We Are And What We Believe In.

The Spartans Say That Any Army May Win While It Still Has Legs Under It; The Real Test Comes When All Strength Is Fled And The Men Must Produce Victory On Will Alone.

I Was Keenly Conscious Of The Comrades-in-arms Who Had Fallen With Me. A Bond Surpassing By A Hundredfold That Which I Had Known In Life Bound Me To Them. I Felt A Sense Of Inexpressible Relief And Realized That I Had Feared, More Than Death, Separation From Them. I Apprehended That Excruciating War Survivor's Torment, The Sense Of Isolation And Self-betrayal Experienced By Those Who Had Elected To Cling Yet To Breath When Their Comrades Had Let Loose Their Grip.

On The Artist's Journey We Are Redefining And Reconfiguring Ourselves And Our Lives.

Every Artist Has To Face His Own Demons And Evolve His Own Method Of Working.