In The End We Shall Have Had

We Take Death To Reach A Star

The Only Time I Feel Alive Is When I'm Painting.

No Blue Without Yellow And Without Orange, And If You Do Blue, Then Do Yellow And Orange As Well, Surely.

So Let Us Go Forward Quietly, Each On His Own Path, Forever Making For The Light.

Art, Although Produced By Man's Hands, Is Something Not Created By Hands Alone, But Something Which Wells Up From A Deeper Source Out Of Our Soul.....my Sympathies In The Literary As Well As In The Artistic Field Are Drawn Most Strongly To Those Artists In Whom I See Most The Working Of The Soul.