Being an artist comes with a nagging compulsion to look at the world.   The canvas is made up of thoughts colliding and then forming an organized wreck.  Art is a shout and a whisper.  The dangerous and  the safe. It is the running with the bulls and  the watching from the window.  The white shirt and the bloody white shirt.  It is the cry of fear and the laughter of faith.  The sigh when the terrible has passed and the cry when the the worst has arrived.             Fred Zemlick, 2007