Lord, Protect Me From What I Want!

If I Like It, I Say It's Mine. If I Don't I Say It's A Fake.

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

When One Starts From A Portrait And Seeks By Successive Eliminations To Find Pure Form... One Inevitably Ends Up With An Egg.

Why Do Two Colors, Put One Next To The Other, Sing? Can One Really Explain This? No. Just As One Can Never Learn How To Paint.

We Have A Lot Of Reasons But Only One Real One.