Let Me Not Fuss And Fret At

I Was Not Ready For Abstraction. I Clung To Earth And Her Dear Shapes, Her Density, Her Herbage, Her Juice. I Wanted Her Volume, And I Wanted To Hear Her Throb.

Got A New Pup. He Is Half Griffon. The Other Half Is Mistake.

You Must Be Absolutely Honest And True In The Depicting Of A Totem For Meaning Is Attached To Every Line. You Must Be Most Particular About Detail And Proportion.

The Memory Of Cumshewa Is Of A Great Lonesomeness Smothered In A Blur Of Rain.

When You Really Think About Your Hand You Begin To Realize Its Connection, To Sense The Hum Of Your Own Being Passing Through It. When We Look At A Piece Of The Universe We Should Feel The Same.