“Perhaps if the abstract or surrealist artist steals from that world’s images, from that other plane long enough, the creatures inherent to that world will take an interest in us and contrive to come here. Perhaps they’ll use us as a medium, transferring themselves through a kind of paintbrush insemination. I keep thinking of the words of the dadaist Jean Arp: Art is like fruit, growing out of man - like the child out of its mother . . .”