When I was little, one of first books was a picture book of life on earth. It's dozen pages or so compacted the precambrian to the eocene into a series of color illustrations. Though the actual book has no doubt been lost somewhere along the way, one image from it's pages remains with me to this day. On the 3rd page or so, there was a finely detailed (to a 4 year old's judgement) illustration of what I now know to be Eustenopteron, an ancient lobe-finned fish, slowly crawling ashore, surrounded by (what I now know to be) horsetail reeds. I remember looking at the illustration often, enthralled by it's finely painted detal, creating the reality of lifeforms strange and wonderful.
I have a strong interest in biology, it's ingenuity of solution, the intricacy of it's mechanisms, it's breathtaking precision is the avatar of life and beauty. At the same time I love art, and am especially impressed by draftsmanship, the ablity to create convincing reality and surreality.
Life is endless in it's potential and possibilities.