The life of an artist is one of solitude and observation, of contemplation and reflection. Artists disappear for hours, sometimes days at a time to immerse themselves in their work—an artist’s environment has to be conducive for such a process. For many, the drone of music seals them from the outside world, some need the noise and visual theater of a city, while others need as little ambient noise—outside of the sound of birdsong or wind—as they can manage. In the end however, it boils down to the individual artist, a shaman-like ritual inventing an object of contemplation.
In the 90’s I had the honor to work for an artist of historical renown: Rockne Krebs. He was a patent-holder and trailblazer for computer generated