aɪ wʊd lˈaɪkən maɪ wˈɜːk tə ðæt ʌvðə pˈeɪntɚɹ ʌv ˈaɪkɑːnz, wˌɛɹ ˈiːtʃ ˈaɪkɑːn ɪz ɐ wˈɪndoʊ tʊ ɐ ɹɪˈælᵻɾi ˈʌðɚ ðɐn ðæt wˌɪtʃ sɚɹˈaʊndz ˌʌs.
I would liken my work to that of the painter of icons, where each icon is a window to a reality other than that which surrounds us.