One Can Say Of Language That It

At Times Failure Is Very Necessary For The Artist. It Reminds Him That Failure Is Not The Ultimate Disaster. And This Reminder Liberates Him From The Mean Fussing Of Perfectionism.

What Do Drawings Mean To Me? I Really Don't Know. The Activity Absorbs Me. I Forget Everything Else In A Way That I Don't Think Happens With Any Other Activity.

Your Lips, Beloved, Are Like A Honeycomb: Honey And Milk Are Under The Tongue. And The Smell Of Your Clothes Is Like The Smell Of My Home.

Today The Discredit Of Words Is Very Great.

The Impulse To Paint Comes Neither From Observation Nor From The Soul (which Is Probably Blind) But From An Encounter: The Encounter Between Painter And Model: Even If The Model Is A Mountain Or A Shelf Of Empty Medicine Bottles.