I am swimming often. I move with rhythmic calligraphy strokes, propelling through a vast sea of watercolors. Weightless and unrestricted my vessel of discovery plunges deeper. Descending I pass through the sunlight shallows of aquamarine hues. Silently and deeper still, my subconscious mind sinks into the fathomless regions of midnight blue and further down into the indigo darkness. Search lights and automatic pilot on, I am safe in my single-minded one man sub. Is this a voyage into the unknown, a quest for the proverbial "original idea"? My sense is that I venture to a most mysterious place where all color bleeds together in the waters where visions are spawn.