If You're Stuck In A Painting, Then

Often While Reading A Book One Feels That The Author Wouold Heave Preferred To Paint Rather Than To Wirte; One Can Sense The Pleasure He Derives From Describing A Landscape Or A Person, As If He Were Painting What He Is Saying, Because Deep In His Heart He Would Have Preferred To Use Brushes And Colors.

You Can't Escape Your Own Period. Whether You Take Sides For Or Against, You're Always In It.

Whether He Wants It Or Not, Man Is The Instrument Of Nature; She Imposes On Him Character And Appearance.

Inspiration Exists, But You Have To Find It Working.

How Could Michelangelo Have Seen His David In A Block Of Marble? Man Began To Make Images Only Because He Discovered Them Nearly Formed Around Him, Already Within Reach. He Saw Them In A Bone, In The Bumps Of A Cave, In A Piece Of Wood. One Form Suggested A Woman To Him, Another A Buffalo, Still Another The Head Of A Monster.