Entering the Art Ranch was like entering a dream, the “Alpha-state” of creative meditation and exploration. As you walked down the path to the front door you saw the Television Garden, the screens blank and obscured by weeds and flowers which threatened to bury them in living foliage and bloom. There was no passive entertainment provided at the Art Ranch, this was a working ranch where the visiting “dudes” were expected to “pitch in” and help with the real work of art.