It's my duty to sell the ideas. But there's always a question when it comes to beauty.

Everybody's got plants, but most are just growing weeds. The cultivated have greater gardens, finer and gaudier gardens.

The artist is a strange being. I think it's safe to say that a real artist is conscious of having a personal singularity that is partly a blessing and partly a curse. An artist enjoys and suffers from isolation. As solitude, isolation can nurture. It can also destroy.

Artists are expected to talk about their work but writers aren't expected to talk about their writing.

All artists and creative people are basically unhappy people. If you were happy, that would mean you were content with the world as it was and why would you ever want to change it?

It's my duty to sell the ideas. But there's always a question when it comes to beauty.

Black and white can show how something is. Color adds how it is, imbued with temperatures and humidities of experience.