Prudence Is A Rich, Ugly, Old Maid

I Have No Name: I Am But Two Days Old. What Shall I Call Thee? I Happy Am, Joy Is My Name. Sweet Joy Befall Thee!

Drive Your Cart And Plow Over The Bones Of The Dead.

Error Is Created; Truth Is Eternal.

I See The Past, Present & Future Existing All At Once Before Me.

What Has Reason To Do With The Art Of Painting?