Sam's colleague was kind enough to share a special perspective of this mysterious and intriguing art maker:

As his longtime researcher and cataloger, I must first warn you that Sam Bosma is not for the faint of heart. Luckily, it is not likely you will meet him, for he is elusive and not easily photographed. Though he has no identifying marks, he possesses a particularly determined demeanor and uses great dexterity in the handling of tools. In fact, it was his skillful zoological engravings that first drew the attention of the scientific community, later culminating in the discovery of a cache of mysterious renderings that are yet to be deciphered. For those who may seek him out on the barren moors and pine forests of his homeland, his presence may be detected by the sounds of wistful humming and badly disguised bird calls.

We resolved to find out more:

An interested person can see more of your fine works at www.sbosma.com, is that right?
First of all, the type of person who is interested in finding out more about the pictures that I make is unlikely to own a computer or have opposable thumbs. If, for some reason, these "people" are able to mash their mud-caked hooves against a keyboard just fortuitously enough, that address would bring them closer to seeing my work.

I beg of you. Please, would you grant us the great joy of learning more about this cache of mysterious renderings of yours that are yet to be deciphered?
If I were being honest (something I do only with the greatest reluctance), I would have to say that I steal them. In my adventuring years I came across a small temple in the darkest heart of Brazil where no guide would lead and no rain would fall. My nose for gold had brought me down those dark roads, but not before the temple's riches lured in those with keener senses and swifter fingers. The nooks and hollows of the temple were long empty of treasure, but the walls held the most wondrous riches of all. If there are words to describe what manner of great and impossible thing those glyphs depicted, they are not in any tongue of man. I drew them there--raking charred coals across whatever bit of scrap I could carry with me. I found in that place a lifetime of imagery just waiting to be twisted into some higher purpose. Until that purpose reveals itself, I use that imagery for the little pictures I draw.

I say your art in this issue of Cicada discloses your profound insight into mythological and lost realms. What do you say about your art in this issue?
What can I say about my art in this issue? Only that when the stars are right and Saturn's widest ring splits, the pathway will be opened. So it has been foretold and so it shall be. These pictures are the key.

What is your earliest memory?
My earliest memory is of being wrenched from the jaws of a lion.

If a person were to seek you out with the intention of finding you, of course, and they actually found you (unlikely, I understand, but just for the sake of dialogue), what would you do?
I will say that a cup of strong tea and a few cookies soothes even the weariest traveler. Carry those with you and no matter who or what you find, you will be greeted as a friend.