Everywhere We Look, Complex Magic Of Nature

There Is But One Paris And However Hard Living May Be Here, And If It Became Worse And Harder Even—the French Air Clears Up The Brain And Does Good—a World Of Good.

My Sketchbook Is A Witness Of What I Am Experiencing, Scribbling Things Whenever They Happen.

How To Achieve Such Anomalies, Such Alterations And Re-fashionings Of Reality So What Comes Out Of It Are Lies, If You Like, But Lies That Are More Than Literal Truth.

...and Then, I Have Nature And Art And Poetry, And If That Is Not Enough, What Is Enough?

I Put My Heart And My Soul Into My Work, And Have Lost My Mind In The Process.