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Our universal yearning to be part of the natural world just might be an expression of the undeniable fact that we — everyone and everything — are stardust, made of the same elemental stuff.
I want all that — for myself and for anyone spending time with my art. To feel, as Michael DeGrasse Tyson put it, that "It’s not just that we’re alive in the universe. It’s that the universe is alive within us. And that discovery borders on the spiritual."

