There Are Moments In Our Lives, There

The Fun Of Living Is That We Have To Make Ourselves, After All.

I Have Heard It Very Often Said That An Artist Does Not Need Intelligence, That His Is The Province Of The Soul

The Object, Which Is Back Of Every True Work Of Art, Is The Attainment Of A State Of Being, A State Of High Functioning, A More Than Ordinary Moment Of Existence. In Such Moments Activity Is Inevitable, And Whether This Activity Is With Brush, Pen, Chisel, Or Tongue, Its Result Is But A By-product Of The State, A Trace, The Footprint Of The State.

The Ignorant Are To Be Found As Much Among The Educated As Among The Uneducated.

To Paint Is To Know How To Put Nothing On Canvas, And Have It Look Like Something When You Stand Back.