The Flat Sound Of My Wooden Clogs

Oh Yes! He Loved Yellow, Did Good Vincent...when The Two Of Us Were Together In Arles, Both Of Us Insane, And Constantly At War Over Beautiful Colors, I Adored Red; Where Could I Find A Perfect Vermilion?

We Never Really Know What Stupidity Is Until We Have Experimented On Ourselves.

Today One Can Dare Anything, And, Furthermore, Nobody Is Surprised.

A Critic Is Someone Who Meddles With Something That Is None Of His Business.

Proficiency In Art Is A Contract With Your Self And The Empowerment Of Your Self. Not All Of Us Demand Or Even Desire Proficiency, But For Those Who Do It's Necessary To Temper The Influence Of Groups. And While Some Artists Think History Is Bunk, The Historical Evidence Is Overwhelming: "in My Isolation I Grow Stronger."