A Drawing Is Simply A Line Going

Nature Is Garrulous To The Point Of Confusion, Let The Artist Be Truly Taciturn.

Beauty Is As Relative As Light And Dark. Thus, There Exists No Beautiful Woman, None At All, Because You Are Never Certain That A Still Far More Beautiful Woman Will Not Appear And Completely Shame The Supposed Beauty Of The First.

My Mirror Probes Down To The Heart. I Write Words On The Forehead And Around The Corners Of The Mouth. My Human Faces Are Truer Than The Real Ones.

Genius Is The Error In The System.

All The Things An Artist Must Be: Poet, Explorer Of Nature, Philosopher!