I have slowly come to realize that a family is composed of people who are teaching one another.
The art of being officially old seems to lie in cooperative submission.
January is my favorite month, when the light is plainest, least colored. And I like the feeling of beginnings.
Humility is the daughter of truth.
the more visible my work became, the less visible I grew to myself.
the capacity to work feeds on itself and has its own course of development. This is what artists have going for them.