All too often, it is audacity and not talent that moves an artist to center stage.

When we walk, the two halves of our brains converse.

In order to thrive as artists we need to be available to the universal flow. When we put a stopper on our capacity for joy by anorectically declining the small gifts of life, we turn aside the larger gifts as well.

Our internal artist is always our creative child.

A sketch book freezes time. It is an instantaneous form of meditation focusing us on the worth of every passing moment.

As you move toward a dream, the dream moves toward you.

In our human lives, we are often impatient, ill-tempered, inappropriate. We find it difficult to treat our intimates with the love we really hold for them. Despite this, they bear with us because of the larger, higher level of family that they honor even in our outbursts. This is their commitment.