Nature Does Many Things The Way I

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

I Understand How You Could See Something In The Root Of A Tree, A Crack In The Wall, In An Eroded Stone Or Pebble. But Marble? It Comes Off In Blocks And Doesn't Evoke Any Image. It Does Not Inspire.

I've Reached The Moment Where The Movement Of My Thought Interests Me More Than The Thought Itself.

To Find Is The Thing.

If I Spit, They Will Take My Spit And Frame It As Great Art.