I Wonder Why We Are Always Sort

Real Art Is Religion, A Search For The Beauty Of God Deep In All Things.

There Is No Right And Wrong Way To Paint Except Honestly Or Dishonestly. Honestly Is Trying For The Bigger Thing. Dishonestly Is Bluffing And Getting Through A Smattering Of Surface Representation With No Meaning.

Be Careful That You Do Not Write Or Paint Anything That Is Not Your Own, That You Don't Know In Your Own Soul.

The House Begins To Be A Home. The Unfamiliar Places Are Beginning To Fold The Familiar Objects Into Their Keeping And To Cozy Them Down. Objects That Swore At Each Other When The Movers Heaved Them Into The New Rooms Have Subsided Into Corners And Sit To Lick Their Feet And Wash Their Faces Like Cats Accepting A New Home.

The Sun Enriched The Old Poles Grandly... The Mothers Expressed All Womanhood - The Big Wooden Hands Holding The Child Were So Full Of Tenderness They Had To Be Distorted Enormously In Order To Contain It All. Womanhood Was Strong In Kitwancool.