The artist would like to dedicate this art work to his dead father, John, and to all the fathers and to all the Johns and to his mother, Christine and to all mothers. He dedicates it to believers and unbelievers, to all the lovers of life, lovers of art and the lovers of love. To all those who have lived and died, all who are alive now and all who will come into this world. Most especially he dedicates this work and these words to you, for having come so far with him. Hopefully you'll have gotten the point; pointless though it is that simply to be is to pray. That breathing is praying and that we need do nothing more for the spirit to soar.