At first glance, we might become disoriented, lost in time. Are we in the caves at Lascaux, an atelier in Athens or Florence, or have we discovered a hidden gallery in the undulations of Bilbao? As we regain our bearings, we realize we are neither in the present or past, but have been thrust into an alien future. How could we be prepared for what we may see?
Surely, this bewildering array of work must be the most deeply personal exposition of The Man as Artist in our history. It logically follows, that the work is unavailable for public viewing at this time.