Ox-Bow is familiar (pause).. Ox-Bow is unknown, mysterious. It seems that since its founding days, Ox-Bow has been a place that comforts and soothes those that visit yearly while simultaneously providing endless fodder for those who are curious, but distant. Part of the reason I am here, speaking to you all tonight, is because of this enduring curiosity - that wonderful impulse that propels the young and the lucky old to expand their world through knowledge and experience. Unlike most of you, I didn't come to know Ox-Bow because of my curiosity... I simply needed a job. That was four years ago, making me a bit of an Ox-Bow pup. In this short time, however, I have had the opportunity to dip into the Ox-Bow archives, and to learn of Ox-Bow's history through various texts, newspaper articles, and from stories some of you have told me. I am not an expert on the history of Ox-Bow, nor have I scoured the archives from end to end - - But. as I have gleaned the facts and folklore of this, the oldest summer school of art in the Midwest (second oldest in the country)...I tell you that my curiosity has been piqued, the hunger for information has grown, but the meal is not to be finished.