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What's The Point Of Having Weak Enemies? They Just Waste Your Time.

That's What Does It-- That Moment Where You Think You're Lost, And Then Discover That You're Not, That You've Never Really Left. There's Something That Happens In That Incredible Tiny No-time, And That Something Is Like The Revelation Of Learning.

The Tools Are Real. The Viewer Is Real, You, The Artist, Is Real And A Part Of Everything You Paint. You Connect Yourself To The Viewer By Sharing Something That Is Inside Of You That Connects With Something Inside Of Him. All You Have As Your Guide Is That You Know What Moves You. All You Have To Do It With Is A Brush, Some Chemical And Canvas, And Technique.

But Once You Allow Yourself To Recognize Necessity, You Find Two Things: One You Find Your Options So Restricted That The Only Course Of Action Is Obvious, And, Two, That A Great Sense Of Freedom Comes With The Decision.

There Is No Excuse For Bad Manners, Except Fast Reflexes.