Only God Creates. The Rest Of Us

Critique By Creating.

Art Is A Jealous Thing; It Requires The Whole And Entire Man.

I Have Never Felt Salvation In Nature. I Love Cities Above All.

As When, O Lady Mine, With Chiselled Touch, The Stone Unhewn And Cold, Becomes A Living Mould, The More The Marble Wastes, The More The Statue Grows.

Do Not Fret, For God Did Not Create Us To Abandon Us.