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Remember The Enemy Of All Painting Is Gray: A Painting Will Almost Always Appear Grayer Than It Is, On Account Of Its Oblique Position Under The Light.

The Outcome Of My Days Is Always The Same; An Infinite Desire For What One Never Gets; A Void One Cannot Fill; An Utter Yearning To Produce In All Ways, To Battle As Much As Possible Against Time That Drags Us Along, And The Distractions That Throw A Veil Over Our Soul.

The More An Object Is Polished Or Brilliant, The Less You See Its Own Color And The More It Becomes A Mirror Reflecting The Color Of Its Surroundings.

It Is Often We Come The Closest To The Essence Of An Artist... In His Or Her Pocket Notebooks And Travel Sketchbooks... Where Written Comments And Personal Notes Provide An Intimate Insight Into The Magical Mind Of A Working Artist.

To Be Understood A Writer Has To Explain Almost Everything.