Art Is A Person's Private Vision Expressed

A Word Is Worth One Coin, Silence Is Worth Two

I Looked At My Right Hand, The Hand With Which I Painted. There Was Power In That Hand. Power To Create And Destroy. Power To Bring Pleasure And Pain. Power To Amuse And Horrify. There Was In That Hand The Demonic And The Divine At One And The Same Time. The Demonic And The Divine Were Two Aspects Of The Same Force. Creation Was Demonic And Divine. Creativity Was Demonic And Divine. I Was Demonic And Divine.

I Think That To A Very Great Extent We Are Partners With The Divine In This Enterprise Called History. That Is An Ongoing Relationship, And There Is Absolutely No Guarantee That Things Will Automatically Work Out To Our Best Advantage.

I've Begun To Realize That You Can Listen To Silence And Learn From It. It Has A Quality And A Dimension All Its Own.

You Have To Want To Listen To It, And Then You Can Hear It. It Has A Strange, Beautiful Texture. It Doesn't Always Talk. Sometimes-sometimes It Cries, And You Can Hear The Pain Of The World In It. It Hurts To Listen To It Then. But You Have To.