Painting Is My Vehicle Of Transit. I

You May Not Believe In Magic But Something Very Strange Is Happening At This Very Moment. Your Head Has Dissolved Into Thin Air And I Can See The Rhododendrons Through Your Stomach. It's Not That You Are Dead Or Anything Dramatic Like That, It Is Simply That You Are Fading Away And I Can't Even Remember Your Name.

There Are Things That Are Not Sayable. That’s Why We Have Art.

The Task Of The Right Eye Is To Peer Into The Telescope, While The Left Eye Peers Into The Microscope.

We Went Down Into The Silent Garden. Dawn Is The Time When Nothing Breathes, The Hour Of Silence. Everything Is Transfixed, Only The Light Moves.

Wouldn't It Be Wonderful If I Won A Helicopter In A Crossword Puzzle Competition? There Is Not Much Hope Though I Am Afraid, As They Never Give Such Practical Prizes.