Oh I Do Want That Thing, That

Art Is An Aspect Of God And There Is Only One God, But Different People See Him In Different Ways. Though He Is Always The Same He Doesn't Always Look The Same.

The Spirit Must Be Felt So Intensely That It Has Power To Call Others In Passing, For It Must Pass, Not Stop In The Pictures.

Oh, The Glory Of Growth, Silent, Mighty, Persistent, Inevitable! To Awaken, To Open Up Like A Flower To The Light Of A Fuller Consciousness!

Writing Is A Strong Easement For Perplexity. My Life Is A Map, Spread Out With All The Rivers And Hills Showing.

Last Night I Dreamed That I Came Face To Face With A Picture I Had Done And Forgotten, A Forest Done In Simple Movement, Just Forms Of Trees Moving In Space. That Is The Third Time I Have Seen Pictures In My Dreams, A Glint Of What I Am Striving To Attain.