Sixty years ago, a young Baxon often gazed above and longed for the sky. As a small child growing up in the countryside, he always wandered over the night sky with curiosity wanting to know every countless star and its constellations. Also, he would often find himself exploring in deep woods, to look every small animal in the eye and come to know its thoughts. It was unthinkable to ignore the stars because they were critical signposts as prominent and useful as local hills, paths or wells. These familiar stars would serve as a valued friend. It’s knowing that every single moment of time was charged with a magic from experience of the world. As time went on, he never lost his original love of the stars, and still enjoys reading about new discoveries in the universe.  When he glances up at the night sky, it connects him to a desire to rekindle his earliest sense of wonder, his sense of place, and ask who I am.  His sense of being at home in this world and at one with the stars and picking his special stars which he chose in paintings to shine the darkness.