We could speak about the meaning of life vis-a-vis non-consequential/deontological theories, apodictic transformation schemata, the incoherence of exemplification, metaphysical realism, Cartesian interactive dualism, revised non reductive dualism, postmodernist grammatology and dicey dichotomies. But we would still be left with Nietzsche's preposterous mustache which instills great anguish and skepticism in the brain, which leads (as it did in his case) to utter madness. I suggest we go to Paris instead.

Flowers lead to books, which lead to thinking and not thinking and then more flowers and music, music. Then many more flowers and many more books.

What protects you in this world from sadness and from the loss of an ability to do something? ... Work and love.

On my desk, I always have a lemon or a lime drying. I love the fragrance. Also, a Staedtler eraser, a brush for the eraser and a pencil sharpener.

I like the brooding man - a brooding man with a sense of humor.

I live in a small world of gouache and brush and pen and ink. I'd like to explore the world of multiples - etching and prints.

if something does go wrong, here is my advice... KEEP CALM and CARRY ON.