Ralph Dee Corners
I think of myself as an extension of that hairy fist that first grabbed a chunk of charcoal and scrawled the image of the beast he feared, worshipped, needed and desperately wanted to understand. Just as our ancestors captured the images of animals on the walls of caves in the hope of exercising power over a world in which they had little control; I struggle with the image of a modern beast. Unfortunately, the beast is more difficult to define, more subtle in its form, and infinitely more varied in its purpose. Now, of course, the beast is us.