I'd Like To Get All The Colors

I Might Work On A Painting For A Month, But It Has Too Look Like I Painted It In A Minute.

My Interest In Desperation Lies Only In That Sometimes I Find Myself Having Become Desperate. Very Seldom Do I Start Out That Way. I Can See Of Course That, In The Abstract, Thinking And All Activity Is Rather Desperate.

Man's Own Form In Space - His Body - Was A Private Prison; And That It Was Because Of This Imprisoning Misery - Because He Was Hungry And Overworked And Went To A Horrid Place Called Home Late At Night In The Rain, And His Bones Ached And His Head Was Heavy.

Flesh Was The Reason Why Oil Painting Was Invented

The Texture Of Experience Is Prior To Everything Else.