Only art penetrates what pride, passion, intelligence and habit erect on all sides   the seeming realities of this world. There is another reality, the genuine one, which we lose sight of. This other reality is always sending us hints, which without art, we can’t receive.Art history is littered with work that involves light.Art evokes the mystery without which the world would not exist. History is a symphony of echoes heard and unheard. imagination.