in the caves of my heart, where pain taps out its rhythms and sorrow sets its loss, i am without direction.
Nick BantockThe threads of circumstance that lead to tomorrow are so tenuous that all the fussing and worrying about decisions is futile compared to the pure randomness of existence.
Nick BantockArt becomes a spiritual process depending upon the degree of commitment that you bring to it. Every experience becomes direct food for your art. Then your art teaches you about life.
Nick Bantock