I am a private person, but I seek compassion, I yearn to be understood, to be appreciated. Do you want to come over to my house and play? To see what I see? This is my place – the dark room where I can whisper softly in your ear. My secret garden where I can explain what you have seen – to tell you what I have done – and what I plan to do. My carvings are my art, but this is my manifesto. Tread lightly, though my children – as poor Icarus learned, if you fly too close to the Sun, you might get burned.