There Is An Angel Imprisoned In It

I Serve For The Love Of God And In Him Have All My Hope.

One Paints With One's Head, Not One's Hand.

In Every Block Of Marble I See A Statue As Plain As Though It Stood Before Me, Shaped And Perfect In Attitude And Action. I Have Only To Hew Away The Rough Walls That Imprison The Lovely Apparition To Reveal It To The Other Eyes As Mine See It.

Critique By Creating.

As You Give Out, So Shall You Receive.