Maclean

	

Maclean is a magician with no hat. With his head bare, he resorts to no tricks, relies on no theories. He talks little about art. Uttering nothing, he consents, and we sense his generous dedication to being an artist. His gift (Mozartean in colours and tones), is so gracefully achieved in natural abundance. Maclean believes that to live in the best of worlds is to do his very best, which is something; while elsewhere only possibilities exist, he achieves wonders that not only dissect but heal. In transmuting the word ART, Maclean paints dawn, sleeps among the stars, and suggests directions. To trace his line of vision is to dream and to grow up in appearance only.