Artist Bios

All recommended, of course.

Wind, a philosopher might say, comes from nowhere; it comes from a set of causes so distant that no rumination could ever determine its origin.  It is known by the trees it bends, the hair it blows, the rippling waves, but not as itself, which, being invisible, manifests the inscrutability of its source.  It carries along our human voices in its stream, bearing our small gestures and opinions in bigger currents, vaster rhythms, that do not originate with us but that had chosen to live within her.  Fierce Poise

And, this one is just so good.  Spencer Tracy, I can still smell him. /  Life, life!