Many years ago, a close friend of mine questioned the realism in my paintings. In Strange Bull, he pointed out a purple sky with an over-proportioned orange and pink moon. In his words, that image was “all in my imagination.” Just three days later, that same friend joined me for a midnight chat. He happened to glance up at the sky, only to find himself in complete amazement. There it was, right before his eyes – an intense purple sky with an orange and pink moon, amid burgundy clouds racing across the heavens. After he recovered from that shock, he offered me a humble apology. From that point forward, I stopped wondering about my paintings.