"Seekers, adventures and romantics" the ad said. "only those looking for what's over the 'next hill' need apply". So, I grabbed my oils and my brushes and went along for the journey. Into the vastness of space we were hurled far, far away from our familiar surroundings of this blue water planet to the distant shores of worlds yet unknown, we traveled. Each of us had our jobs to do. We were crew and now we would be family. A new family. A family fashioned by necessity. The necessity that our very survival dictated. My task was easy. My job was to document what wonders I beheld and there were so many wonders to record. Everywhere I gazed I saw colors so vibrant, movement so dynamic and forms so graceful that I was fearful that I might not be up to the task. Nevertheless, I commenced to feverishly paint all the unfolding miracles I surveyed. The tip of my brushes became the extension of what my mind summoned forth. Upon my canvas I splashed colors so vibrant and brilliant trying to mimic the munificence of the sites I saw. Colors began to coalesce into forms. And forms into a melody, the melody and the music of the spheres. Vibrating and pulsating. Everywhere these sensations could be felt. And as soon as I finished one painting another made it's demands to be created. Herculean was this task. Yet, I never felt overwhelmed. I just felt honored to be asked to do my small part on this one true adventure of my life. visionary imagist "Joey"