Illusion is the mantle of the Real

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

When the eye wakes up to see again, it suddenly stops taking anything for granted.

Illusion is the mantle of the Real

In this twentieth century, to stop rushing around, to sit quietly on the grass, to switch off the world and come back to the earth, to allow the eye to see a willow, a bush, a cloud, a leaf, is an unforgettable experience.

You are not copying nature, but responding to nature in full awareness, to the way nature expresses itself in that object.

I have learned that what I have not drawn, I have never really seen