Before there were written words, there was art;
Our works communicate ideas across the boundaries of time, space, language, and culture.
Long after other creations of humanity have outlived their usefulness or crumbled to dust, art remains.
Artists draw every human being into the story of the other. Our work is a cry of the heart,
the yearning of a soul given physical form through sound and motion, through image and imagination.
From the artists who painted on living stone far beneath the sun’s reach, to those that shape their thoughts with light and energy, we are united in a single goal: to breathe life into ideas, cloaking the ephemeral in tangible garments.
As an artist, I pledge to question the unquestionable, to speak the unspeakable, and to show that which has never been shown. My body, my breath, my very being serve my art.
I refuse to be silenced, nor will I bow to the will of another, conforming to none. My soul is my own.
My skill, knowledge, and passion will be expressed without reservation, lighting the paths where others have yet to tread.
My dreams will shape the reality that is to come.
I am an artist, and I lead the way.
Copyright 03/03/2013, 7:00 a.m., Bruce M. Mackh, PhD