Many people see the artist as someone different, even strange. In high school, David used to call himself the “Old Master” as if to promulgate his ability or perhaps to build youthful self-confidence. David and I used to laugh when I called him “the crazy artist”! But for all such hollow jests, David was profoundly human and, in his art, did what all of us try to do in our lives (even our dreams) – make sense of experience. For David, life was supremely a visual experience and making sense of life meant achieving compositional coherency even where no compositional pattern was manifest. Life for many has to have meaning. For David, this translated into a painting having to “work.”