On An Instrument You Start From One

Night Is Here. All Is At Rest. My Eyes Close In Order To See Without Actually Understanding The Dream That Flees Before Men Infinite Space; And I Experience The Languorous Sensation Produced By The Mournful Procession Of My Hopes.

We Never Really Know What Stupidity Is Until We Have Experimented On Ourselves.

I Must Confess That I Too Am A Woman And That I Am Always Prepared To Applaud A Woman Who Is More Daring Than I, And Is Equal To A Man In Fighting For Freedom Of Behavior.

When The Physical Organism Breaks Up, The Soul Survives. It Then Takes On Another Body.

Proficiency In Art Is A Contract With Your Self And The Empowerment Of Your Self. Not All Of Us Demand Or Even Desire Proficiency, But For Those Who Do It's Necessary To Temper The Influence Of Groups. And While Some Artists Think History Is Bunk, The Historical Evidence Is Overwhelming: "in My Isolation I Grow Stronger."