Art Does Not Reproduce The Visible; It

Drawing Is The Art Of Taking A Line For A Walk.

Each Energy Calls For Its Complementary Energy To Achieve Self-contained Stability Based On The Play Of Energies.

I Still Come Closest To Success With Drawing.

Color Is The Place Where Our Brain And The Universe Meet.

My Self . . . Is A Dramatic Ensemble. Here A Prophetic Ancestor Makes His Appearance. Here A Brutal Hero Shouts. Here An Alcoholic Bon Vivant Argues With A Learned Professor. Here A Lyric Muse, Chronically Love-struck, Raises Her Eyes To Heaven. Her Papa Steps Forward, Uttering Pedantic Protests. Here The Indulgent Uncle Intercedes. Here The Aunt Babbles Gossip. Here The Maid Giggles Lasciviously. And I Look Upon It All With Amazement, The Sharpened Pen In My Left Hand.