








And so it was. On a perfect summer day I remember thinking “there must be more to life than perfection” and stumbled into the dark basement where my hand, magically it seemed, magnetically attracted paint to it, a piece of paper, a jar for water and, moving the muddy paint around (it was black and white) I suddenly saw an image of Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden. That, I knew, was my door to bring everything inside me out into the world.