I dreamt I held a brush and was enfolded in rock. It is easy to be overwhelmed by information on mountain and in gorge. There are many statements visible in rock. I see varieties of alphabets and patterns from nature's cipher. This sensory flood must become a reduced synthesis in order to make the image. I must contain all in stylization and personal calligraphy and travel from speedily made outdoor sketches into the cloister of the studio. I teach myself art directly from nature.