The Life Journey of a Quaker Artist

The past changes as I change, and even while I ponder and write these pages transformations take place. As the shape of a mountain alters when one moves to a new position, so it is with a life. There is no "objective reality," only vantage points, or different levels in inner space, from which we see and which transform what we see.

My life falls into three periods. The first twenty-five years were the hardest, a time I looked back on for many years as unmitigated depression, as a "sick" per...