There are no writers nor photographers, no musicians or artists, only cartographers of human expression, mapping out the revelation of the soul. Images and words trace the topography of the heart, but only capture a glimpse, an outline of the self, expressed. There is no creation, only the discovery, and formation of thoughts forged with inanimate elements steeped in hominal emotion. We depict, we illustrate, we infuse tangible with the intangible and produce representations of the endless universe within and our vision of the infinite around us. The medium conforms to the message as we render what is felt with eyes and ears and hands and hearts; the incarnation of the human experience portrayed on canvas, celluloid, and, clay as perceived, interpreted, and translated by the discoverer. Follow their map and you will see a journey that often intersects with your own. Produce a map and others will find you along the way.