I know artists whose medium is life itself, and who express the inexpressible without brush, pencil, chisel or guitar. They neither paint nor dance. Their medium is Being. Whatever their hand touches has increased life.... They are the artists of being alive.

Art is neither a profession nor a hobby. Art is a way of being.

In the history of everyone in whom the artist-within has survived conditioning, schooling, training - there are (persons) influences that have kept him alive, awake .. who have encouraged him without even trying - just by being. They have been One's real teachers.

For you can look at things while talking or with a radio going full blast, but you can see only when the chatter stops.

Enlightenment is simply sanity~ the sanity in which I see my real situation in the living fabric of all that exists.

The local painters were my idols...These artists, too, were grown-ups, but they were grown-ups who could still see! Their eye was still in love! Like mine!

Illusion is the mantle of the Real