I Was Never The Kind Of Painter

Love Lent Me Wings; My Path Was Like A Stair; A Lamp Unto My Feet, That Sun Was Given; And Death Was Safety And Great Joy To Find; But Dying Now, I Shall Not Climb To Heaven.

Good Painting Is Nothing Else But A Copy Of The Perfections Of God And A Reminder Of His Painting. Finally, Good Painting Is A Music And A Melody Which Intellect Only Can Appreciate, And With Great Difficulty.

With Few Words I Shall Make Thee Understand My Soul.

Let It Be Enough For You To Have Bread And Live Virtuously And Poorly Like Christ, As I Do Here. I Live Meanly And Don't Bother About Life Or Honor ... And I Live With The Greatest Toil And A Thousand Worries. It Is Now About 15 Years Since I Had A Happy Hour.

Your Gifts Lie In The Place Where Your Values, Passions And Strengths Meet. Discovering That Place Is The First Step Toward Sculpting Your Masterpiece, Your Life.