Beautiful women are always drawn to men they think will keep them beautiful.
Love of love written by the broken hearted, love of life written by the dead.
We all create stories to protect ourselves.
Who has never killed an hour?
I do not know anything about Art with a capital A. What I do know about is my art. Because it concerns me. I do not speak for others. So I do not speak for things which profess to speak for others. My art, however, speaks for me. It lights my way.
Through all the windows I only see infinity.