To do a work of art is to have a conversation with myself. Will the art and myself trade platitudes repeating the things we know won't bring incrimination and guilt; taking comfort in the elevation of my present skills, knowledge, and self?

Yes, this is a restful place to be. Rest is essential. But, for how long can I rest? Is it even possible to stay at rest? And if I have to struggle to stay at rest, what will be the cost? And what is the cost of self-revelation, glory or bane? It is a question of living in the Platitudenal plains, quiet and unchallenging, or the mountains of Exhilaration and Agony.

Ted Ramsey