As You Give Out, So Shall You

Already At Sixteen, My Mind Was A Battlefield: My Love Of Pagan Beauty, The Male Nude, At War With My Religious Faith. A Polarity Of Themes And Forms: One Spiritual, The Other Earthly.

No One Has Mastery, Before He Is At The End, Of His Art And His Life.

Carving Is Easy, You Just Go Down To The Skin And Stop.

I Am A Poor Man And Of Little Worth, Who Is Laboring In That Art That God Has Given Me In Order To Extend My Life As Long As Possible.

So Take Care Of Your Life And Take Notice And Be Observant, For The Number Of Widows Is Always Far Greater Than The Number Of Widowers.