Each moment presents what happens.
Art is sort of an experimental station in which one tries out living.
So somebody has talent? So what? Dime a dozen. And we're overpopulated. Actually we have more food than we have people and more art. We've gotten to the point of burning food. When will we begin to burn our art?
The world, the real is not an object. It is a process.
Be happy whenever you can manage it. Enjoy yourself. It's lighter than you think.
The white paintings came first; my silent piece came later.