I'm finally my own favorite artist. I say this because I know who I am and what I must do. I'm done looking to the old masters and to my contemparies. I've gathered enough and found them all to be wanting. I 'm weary of comparison. Their life stories have proved insightful as I 've searched for rhyme and reason for this madness that inhabits me. The work of creative people will continue to interest me but the ''dues'' they have paid concern me more. In the final analysis the teacher/student relationship must be severed . The master must be surpassed and put to rest.