Outlined in splendor like some unique armorial identity, a fictional persona comes to dwell within us illuminating and expanding our notion of the possible. From this the artist weaves beauty and chaos into a robe that may clothe his ideas in an aura of wonder. But somehow it never quite conceals the fact that every aesthetic resolution is moot, a choice among equals, a harmony of contraries, a paradox of hope and candor. Thus we remain the stepchildren of folly, mockery and discontent.