"These drawings are not of life but of life's mirrors, reflecting in the pools of my own land. Art and magic serve to distance reality by conjuring the realistic boundaries of illusion. Drawing is more a matter of emotion and desire than a process of intellect; every artist has his own dance. Before the pencil even touches paper, the familiarity or ritual of my own private dance is where my dreams live and take form. Line by line, very slowly, my pictures are made. They are seduced into being, not laid on the paper but pulled from it. Until the picture is complete it is nothing but pleasant episodes, and when it is done, it remains only lines on paper . . . .
"But the lines of my pictures are lines made with purpose. All of my pictures have their own story; a promise and a history. Whatever else they may be must be brought to them by the viewer. The illusion succeeds only if you wish it to.
"I live amid old tales of Love and Tragedy, and with each day find them to be more true. There is no "happily ever after," only dissolution and legend. They are old songs I sing, with old words and ancient melodies. A finger pointing.
"For me, my pictures have become reflections. Perhaps, for you, they can become mirrors." — Robert Gould