Everything You Can Imagine Is Real.

He Was An Afghan Hound Name Kabul. Since Him I Have Had Other Afghan Hounds.... Perhaps I Am Looking For His Ghost. He Is The Only One That I Sometimes Think About. Often, If He Comes In To My Mind When I Am Working, It Alters What I Do. The Nose On The Face I Am Drawing Gets Longer And Sharper. The Hair Of The Woman I Am Sketching Gets Longer And Fluffy, Resting Against Her Cheeks Like His Ears Rested Against His Head.

...art Is Something Subversive. It's Something That Should Not Be Free. Art And Liberty, Like The Fire Of Prometheus, Are Things That One Must Steal, To Be Used Against The Established Order.

The Purpose Of Art Is Washing The Dust Of Daily Life Off Our Souls.

Who Sees The Human Face Correctly: The Photographer, The Mirror, Or The Painter?

Why Assume That To Look Is To See?