Rick Writes:

When we were children on the playground on an especially windy day, we had a way to turn our nylon windbreakers into something like a sail. Then runing and jumping with a gust of wind we tried to fly. Somewhere deep inside that place of a child where just about anything seems possible, we really believed we could.

When I'm drawing and painting, it's like being that kid jumping with the wind again, trying to fly.

Albert Pinkham Ryder said it like this: "Have you ever seen an inchworm crawl up a leaf or a twig, and then, clinging to the very end, revolve in the air, feeling for something to reach? That's like me. I'm trying to find something out there beyond the place I have footing."