We're here to get each other through this thing, whatever it is.
Who but a brazen crazy person would go one-on-one with blank paper or canvas armed with nothing but ideas?
Most adults have forgotten what they had to do to survive childhood.
It's regrets that make painful memories. When I was crazy I did everything just right.
My only hope was to be polite.
Art is lunging forward without certainty about where you are going or how to get there, being open to and dependent on what luck, the paint, the typo, the dissonance, give you. Without art, you're stuck with yourself as you are and life as you think life is.