It is what is left over when everything explainable has been explained that makes a story worth writing and reading. The writer's gaze has to extend beyond the surface, beyond mere problems, until it touches that realm of mystery which is the concern of prophets. . . If a writer believes that the life of a man is and will remain essentially mysterious, what he sees on the surface, or what he understands, will be of interest to him only as it leads him into the experience of mystery itself.
- Flannery O'Connor, Literary Witch, Colorado Quarterly (Spring 1962)

As artists, creatives, we explore in an attempt to understand what cannot be understood. What is beauty? What is the real nature of the universe? How do we understand, come to terms with our inner sanctum, our soul and psyche. We do this by exploring the outer reaches of the human enclosure, where the unexpected happens. Where we are pushed to our extremes, and where the beauty of man and the depravity of man is drawn to the surface and revealed.

And we venture into wild nature — wild, untameable creatures and landscapes still resonate with that small residue that remains wild and untameable inside of ourselves. We came from wild nature. A part of our interior world still yearns for the reality out of which we evolved.

It is the job of the artist to celebrate that which cannot be understood, and will never be understood.