There was neither horizon, cloud, nor sound; of that pink, spread silence even I had become part, belonging as much to sky as to earth.

You always feel when you look it straight in the eye that you could have put more into it, could have let yourself go and dug harder.

Got a new pup. He is half griffon. The other half is mistake.

Perfectly ordered disorder designed with a helter-skelter magnificence.

You come into the world alone and you go out of the world alone yet it seems to me you are more alone while living than even going and coming.

Inspiration is intention obeyed.

I think that one's art is a growth inside one. I do not think one can explain growth. It is silent and subtle. One does not keep digging up a plant to see how it grows.