When We Separate Music From Life We

A Meal Without Mushrooms Is Like A Day Without Rain.

Not One Sound Fears The Silence That Extinguishes It. And No Silence Exists That Is Not Pregnant With Sound.

When You Start Working, Everybody Is In Your Studio- The Past, Your Friends, Enemies, The Art World, And Above All, Your Own Ideas- All Are There. But As You Continue Painting, They Start Leaving, One By One, And You Are Left Completely Alone. Then, If You Are Lucky, Even You Leave.

When We Separate Music From Life We Get Is Art.

Food, One Assumes, Provides Nourishment; But Americans Eat It Fully Aware That Small Amounts Of Poison Have Been Added To Improve Its Appearance And Delay Its Putrefaction.