Go Where The Pain Is, Go Where

Artists Are Meant To Be Madmen, To Disturb And Shock Us.

A Perfect World Or A World Destroyed, One Or The Other- Someday Will Come The End Of Hell.

For Always In Her There Was A Dark Place Full Of Despair And A Great Dividing Force To Make Meaning Because There Was None.

What Is Fear After All? It Is Indecision. You Seek Some Way To Resist, Escape. There Is None.

I Picture Heaven As A Vast Library, With Unlimited Volumes To Read. And Paintings And Statues To Examine Galore. I Picture It As A Great Doorway To Learning...rather Than One Great Dull Answer To All Our Questions