Gabriel Thy (September 26, 1955 -) is an American painter and poet, still probing for the meaning of meaning itself in whatever I do.

What indeed is really important about a person's life? I realize that we cannot know with any degree of amplitude. But therein lies the prize. Being true to oneself. The quiet space where will succumbs to pace. Peace will then follow. Nothing else comes close to the mark of certainty. The whole refuses to reject the flaw. The unimpressive fails to deny the perfected note of joy. Win, lose, draw succumbs to rock, paper, scissors. As I exclaimed to someone recently in some context or another, "Don't expect me to shut you up, but one must wonder if art is not the last refuge of scoundrels, after all."