The philosopher’s stone was the sought-after mysterious agent that would allow the early alchemists to transform base metals into gold. It was, for many of them, a deep spiritual metaphor laying out the troublesome path we all must take in the pursuit of truth. Here, that metaphor stands as an awakening agent in the search for great art, a search that has been put aside by many, who are pleased merely by mild amusement. The box, sealed by my initial in wax, protects the secrets of this work from those who would too casually expect total transformation.