David Wiley quotes Ruskin on Turner: "His paint brush is the mind's tongue, tasting and probing into the rock heart of things," and tributes Bellacera with that, and rightfully so. I've seen Bellacera in a number of locations and I even own one of his remarkable works. But viewing his paintings as photographs on a computer page is so defeating (even though the quality of display in this fine magazine is excellent). One must come into a physical rapprochement with Bellacera's paintings, the sensuality, the cuisine of his paint. He takes us into dimensions, into dreams.