One Paints With One's Head, Not One's

A Man Paints With His Brains And Not With His Hands.

I Criticise By Creation, Not By Finding Fault.

My Soul Can Find No Staircase To Heaven Unless It Be Through Earth's Loveliness.

My Beard Towards Heaven, I Feel My Nape Support / The Back Of My Head, I Grow The Breast Of A Harpy / And My Brush As It Drips Continually / Upon My Face, Makes It A Gorgeous Floor.

I Am No Artist - Please Come And Help Me.