Great art must move you! It must propel the viewer with the utmost of efficiency, surpassing even the mighty salmon.* It should possess enough footholds to engage the meek, yet savagely shake the seasoned gallery goer into hanging on for dear life! Why sculpt the fleshy buttocks when the sumptuous bicycle seat beckons? Why dally in life model rendering when the stout bicycle fork poses confidently? And why - for art’s sake - capture in pigment the sun’s dying rays, when the bicycle reflector glows brilliantly at dusk? Thus, in 1988, I publicly declared my chosen medium henceforth to be The Bicycle! And, with the artwork in front of you as my witness, I accepted the honorary title: Luminary Dean of the Bicycle Artist Pantheon. (OK, so it’s a Hollywood manifesto...)