Why do artists do what they do? Are some driven by interior demons? Others by beatific visions of the afterlife? Or some by the desire to find an order to their world? Imagine the conversations between William Blake the visionary and the tortured erotic cruelty of Francis Bacon. Or the innocence of Henri Rousseau with the scrupulous Piet Mondrian. Would some artists share more than conversation like the myopically driven Leni Riefenstahl and the singularly possessed Orson Welles? Is the artist self-inspired, a trickster, or a lover absorbed by his own divinity? Self-portraits of regret in old age round out the fear of not being remembered. This series explores how creative individuals dedicate their energies to staking out a vision that is uniquely their own.